#sorry guys I shouldn’t be allowed to have control over more than one blog

[twst-bs]

I keep reblogging stuff to the wrong blog so I hope you guys enjoy the glimpse into my weird sense of humor ✌🏻

#sorry guys I shouldn’t be allowed to have control over more than one blog #adhd go brrrrrr

[ailuronymy]

I doubt you'll remember this, because it happened such a long time ago, but it's been bothering me for years now and I wanted to get some closure on it. Many years ago, when I was 14, pretty new to roleplaying and completely new to Tumblr, I sent you an anonymous ask laughing about ridiculous unrealistic things that people were having their cats do in a roleplay I was in. Building blanket forts, among other things, and being transgender. At this point in my life I thought transgender only meant someone who had undergone gender affirmation surgery, and the idea of cats doing surgery on one another was hilarious to me. I shared it with the hope that other people would find it hilarious too. Instead, you told me that I had said The Wrong Thing and called me a bigot. I was confused, I was horrified, I didn't understand at all, and I more or less fled from tumblr for about two years. It was a formative experience for me.

Hello there. I do actually remember that post, although obviously since you were anon then as well, I didn’t remember you specifically. But I do remember. 

I thought about how to answer this ask for a few days. I’m not sure exactly what it is you’re looking for from me, but I’m going to give you the best reply I can and I hope that’s good enough for the both of us. 

When you wrote in to me, about eight years ago, I was younger than you are now. I was nineteen and I’d only been on tumblr for a bit over a year at that point, I think. I’d never had social media before, of any kind. It was all pretty new to me as an experience too, and I’d never expected this blog to get the attention that it did. I never even imagined that was a possibility. But it happened and I learned how to run a relatively popular ask blog on the job, as it were. 

There’s a lot I regret when I look back on that early era of this blog. The humour and jokes I allowed and sometimes encouraged and said myself here was often not kind, and that’s something I really regret. Eventually, I put an end to that because it just wasn’t the kind of thing I wanted any of us who have fun here to be doing. But I absolutely allowed it to happen for a long time first, and that’s on me. 

Also at that same time, there was a particular way of interacting on tumblr that was very popular. It was a lot of exuberance and hyperbole and insults, and being rude for fun, and overall very over-the-top and often harsh or just plain uncaring that there was someone else at the other end of the message. For everyone who was here in 2012, I think you can probably remember what it was like. It wasn’t a nice mode of communication, but it was popular and got great responses and a lot of people found it fun to read. For a couple of years after I started Ailuronymy, I was absolutely guilty of buying into it and acting this way, until I finally hated it enough to stop. It wasn’t who I wanted to be, in general or on this blog specifically. It felt mean and inauthentic and I wanted to be better. But I did act like that for a long time, and that was a choice I made. 

I’m not saying any of this because I want to make excuses for myself. I’m more aware than anyone else of the problems early on in this blog’s history, and it’s something I regret and wish I could go back to do differently with the knowledge and experience I have now. Unfortunately, I can’t change the past. I can only own up to it and do better going forward. 

I’m sorry for the tone I often used, including to you in that post, and I’m sorry that because of that behaviour, you felt scared and unwelcome here. That’s a failure on my part. I shouldn’t have used the tone I did, or assumed I had to take a defensive, intense stance the way I did. It’s very sad to me to know that because I did that, you were frightened and decided to leave. 

However, I would like to share my context too. Because at the time, I was nineteen years old (which I know probably sounds ancient to younger teens, but it’s not, really), and a bisexual guy (which I still am, obviously), and Ailuronymy was already a place that people (especially queer people) in the fandom were looking to for support and education. Insofar as this blog was developing a niche, that was it. I felt a significant amount of responsibility to champion and defend the people this blog was made for. 

2012 was also a time when the Warriors fandom on tumblr was genuinely very homophobic, and also quite volatile. It was common for people to be very angry (in general, and often at me) for saying that ableism isn’t okay, or that Warriors characters can be trans, or sometimes just “canon naming doesn’t make much sense.” I got quite a lot of hate mail--also sometimes just... confused, angry mail, for this naming system or any of the political things I talked about--and I was doing the best I could with what I had to give. A lot of what I learned during my years of running this blog came from making mistakes, but I always did my best.

The reason I’m bringing this up is because what you actually said was: “these cats can be homosexual, asexual, bisexual, pansexual, and transgender--don’t even ask me how that’s possible. I don’t want to know.” You came to me, a queer man, running a blog that in no small part is about how queerness is allowed to exist in this fandom and is in fact not implausible, during a time when the fandom as a whole was solidly anti-queer, with something like that. Like you said, you shared it with me--and the readers here--because you hoped we would find it hilarious and unrealistic too. 

But I didn’t, because, to me, that’s just what a lot of the fandom already was. It was a hostile environment that regularly argued that queer characters, or people, had no place here. That was the kind of things people on anon fairly often came to yell in my inbox about how I’m wrong, etc. etc., and how I’m bad, etc. etc. 

I reacted defensively, which I wouldn’t do now, because I’m much older, and I have experience and confidence I just didn’t then. At the time, though, what I heard in your ask was “queer characters are absurd and don’t belong here, don’t correct me,” and that is what I reacted to. I’m sure for you, it felt scary and disproportionate, and as I said before, I wish I had handled things differently, and gentler. 

But I don’t disagree with what I said. The points I made weren’t wrong. And my response--although not how I would respond now--was not wrong, even though it hurt you. It genuinely is horrible to know that because of my lack of tact, you were scared. It was also horrible to receive your ask at the time, just like many of the rest. It wasn’t hypothetical to me, because I’m queer. It was about me, and other people I care about very much.

The fact I’m queer is probably news to you, and you were new tumblr and probably didn’t know what was going on in the fandom, and maybe you would have said something different if you knew all this. 

Likewise, though, you were on anon and I didn’t know who you were. I didn’t know you were fourteen. I didn’t know you were asking in good faith, and not just another one of the homophobic fans thinking you’d found a friend in me, which frankly felt a bit insulting. I didn’t know you were and, again, although I wish I did more back then and was kinder in my approach, I didn’t have insight into your intentions. I also didn’t have the maturity for that not to matter.

That said, even in my very imperfect answer I tried to give you the benefit of the doubt. I specifically said:

“Before you think I’m victimising you - I’m not. This is not personal right now; currently, this is a mistake on your part, and I understand that mistakes are incredibly easy to make. If, by the end of my post, you get where you went wrong here, then it will be like this ask of yours never happened and I will forget you ever said it. I don’t like to hold any kind of grudge if there’s any way to avoid it, and an acknowledgement of where you went wrong here would completely fix everything about this.”

&

“So what you’re saying when you say that you don’t believe that “homosexual, asexual, bisexual, pansexual, and transgender” cats are possible in the context of Warriors is, basically, that you’re a bigot. I am really sorry to say that, because the chances are - I sincerely hope - that you aren’t. You’re a good person. You’re a good person who said something bigoted by mistake. And if you don’t believe what you’ve said is a mistake yet, let me show you some interesting true facts about our world.“

Because I know how easy it is to make mistakes and how hard it is to get everything right all the time, and know everything, and never do something dumb or hurtful. It’s easy to fuck up. I’ve done it a lot. The answer I gave you back then is just one example.

That what you took from my answer was only fear and confusion isn’t something in my control, however. I hate that that’s what happened, and I regret not being who I am now back then, but even though I did fuck up back then, I still did what I could at the time to mitigate the damage and reassure you that a mistake doesn’t define you. I am sorry it wasn’t enough for you to feel okay coming back. But I can’t say I’m sorry for telling you that coming to me on my blog with that kind of mentality is something I’ll tolerate at all. 

Ultimately, I’m sorry that our experience of each other was not a good one. I’m sorry that your memory of me is someone scary and mean, and that you felt you had to leave this site entirely for two years because of it. I regret that my actions left you with such a negative experience, because that was never my intention, even though the way I handled things with you was very poor. 

I hope you’re able to find the closure you’re looking for and I genuinely wish you all the best. 

[make-me-imagine]

Submission by @thebookbakery; this is their first published fic, so I hope you guys enjoy it, and let them know what you think!

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Bruce Banner (MCU) x Female!Reader (sorry…)

Warnings: Reader with mental illness, so much fluff, code green (but dw, Hulk is a softie)

Marvel Taglist: @aquariuslavenderhoney

Fic Written by: @thebookbakery 

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Bruce’s POV

  I shove my head in my hands, closing my eyes in a desperate attempt to calm my mind; even though I know it’s pointless. My thoughts have been bouncing around all day, leaving me unable to focus on any task for longer than thirty seconds. Even as they run circles in my head, my thoughts keep making their way back to her.

  Y/N has been avoiding me for the past four days. But, to be fair, it’s not only me that she’s been avoiding. Wanda and Bucky noticed it too, but when I asked, they told me to let her come back in her own time. I understand why they would say that; but it’s getting increasingly difficult to hold myself back from knocking on her bedroom door. I’ve never been the type to be that direct- especially when it comes to women- but these past couple of days have been driving me to my wits end. I thought I was just worried, like any good friend would… But that’s not it. Tony’s daily ritual of annoying me while I try to work made me realize that I’m not worried I did something wrong.

  I miss her.

  Normally, she would come into the lab with enough coffee to kill a horse and sit with us. She would occasionally help me with an equation or grab Tony some tool he needed- but Y/N mainly stayed to keep us company. She’d join in on jokes and keep us from losing our minds to an unfinished project or a lack of sleep. I miss having her sit on an empty desk and read my screen over my shoulder. I miss seeing the sparkle in her eyes when we’d explain what we’re planning next. What I miss most is simply hearing her laugh at something I said. It’s nice. Knowing that Y/N enjoys my company. Or, at least, she did.

  I have no idea what time it is, but it must be late. The compound is dead silent, and it’s pitch black outside. Suddenly, I can feel the other guy clawing at my brain, trying to take control. My head feels as if it’s splitting open, my eyes watering as a searing pain shoots from my temples outwards. The reflection of my face on the desk shows green veins appearing.

Oh no.

Y/N’s POV

  I feel nothing but the cool water lapping at my ankles. My mind has been almost blank for the past week. This isn’t new, it’s basically a routine by now. Every once in a while, my head will empty, save for a few thoughts here and there. I won’t feel emotions, and when I do, they are so watered-down that I wonder if they’re real or if it’s just a reflex I’ve picked up after faking it for so long. When I get like this, I hide. I stay in my room, only leaving when necessary. I speak in short sentences, if at all. They don’t need to see me like this. I’m not fun, I don’t speak up, I sit on the couch and zone-out the whole time. Words will go in one ear and out the other, leaving only a small trace behind. I don’t want this version of me to be all they can see.

  So here I sit with my feet in the pool at three in the morning because I can’t fall asleep. The pool is my usual choice on these nights. If anyone has a nightmare, they’ll go to the kitchen or the common room. No one comes out here. Especially not at night.

  I take steady breaths, keeping myself calm. My eyes drift shut as tears slip out and land on my pajama bottoms. I lift my hand to cover my mouth as I sniffle, not wanting to make noise. The worst part of this is that I don’t have a reason for crying. I just feel like I need to get it out.

  As I wipe my tears away, I hear movement behind me to my left and quickly turn. Years of spy training and paranoia helps in the reaction time department. My eyes widen.

  “Bruce?” Loud footsteps approach and I realize that isn’t Bruce. The large green figure steps closer, dropping onto the ground beside me, “What are you doing out?”

  “Hulk heard pretty girl cry,” He mumbles, not wanting to be loud. Y/N wonders if he’s being quiet out of courtesy or fear.

  “I’m okay, big guy. But what about you? Are you okay? Did Stark do something stupid again?” He gives a small shake of his head.

  “Y/N cry.”

  My chest tightens slightly, “You… you came out just to check on me?” Hulk hums in agreeance, looking down into the clear blue water of the pool. “That’s sweet of you.”

  After a moment of silence, Hulk glances over at me. When our eyes meet, he looks back to the pool and gently slides in, careful not to splash. Although he went slowly, Hulk is so large that the water overflows and spills over the edges of the tile. It soaks my bottom, but I don’t care; it’s just water. I give him a smile as he steps in front of me, “What are you doing?” the depth of the pool makes him slightly shorter than me, causing me to look down the tiniest bit to see his face.

  “Pretty girl still sad,” he answers simply. I huff out a laugh.

  “Why do you call me that?”

  “Hulk think Y/N pretty,” Hulk looks down, like he’s nervous.

  I roll my eyes with a soft chuckle, “Well, you need to meet more people,” he looks back up at me.

  “Puny Banner think Y/N pretty too,” my eyes widen slightly.

  “Really?” I feel my face heat up, but I try to keep calm. I don’t want to get my hopes up. So, what if he thinks I’m pretty? That doesn’t automatically mean he thinks of me as anything more than a friend.

  “Yes,” I take a moment to collect my thoughts before Hulk asks, “Why pretty Y/N so sad?”

  After taking a deep breath, I explain, “Sometimes… my mind goes blank and I- I feel kind of empty?” Knowing he’s probably confused, I elaborate, “Do you remember that shell I showed you? It was small and pink- you called it fragile.”

  His eyes light up a bit as he nods, starting to get it, “Remember how I told you that a crab used to live inside of it, like a home?” Another nod, “Well… I kind of feel like a shell without a crab. It’s empty, and it just sits there until it’s useful again. When I feel like that, it’s sometimes hard for me to feel happy.” Hulk seems to get it but doesn’t say anything. Then, suddenly, he goes underwater. I watch curiously as he resurfaces, cheeks puffed out full of water. He looks up and puckers his lips, spurting water from his mouth like a roman fountain. And for the first time in the past week, I laugh. It’s quiet, subtle, but it’s real; and it feels good. Hulk sees and smiles when he’s done. Looking at him now, in this moment, it’s even harder for me to understand how people could be afraid of him. Hulk may look big and scary, but he’s a sweetheart.

  “Y/N happy?” I couldn’t stop my smile if I wanted to.

  “I am now.”

  He looks excited, “Hulk make Y/N happy?”

  “Yes, you do,” He smiles wide and steps forward, setting his head on your lap. He’s so precious. Carefully, I slide my fingers into his sopping hair, gently massaging his scalp. His eyes fall shut as he stays where he is. I’m completely soaked now, but I couldn’t care less- the incredible Hulk himself is snuggling me like a puppy and it’s adorable.

  I don’t know how much time passes like this. Eventually, Hulk pulls away with a frown, “Puny Banner want out.” I reach out to cup his cheek, causing him to lean into my touch with a content smile.

  “That’s okay, isn’t it? You can see me again soon.” I use both my hands to pull his face closer to mine, allowing me to place a small kiss on his forehead. He nods slowly.

  “Bye-bye pretty Y/N,” And with that, he begins shrinking. I move my hands under his arms so that Bruce doesn’t drown as soon as he wakes up. When he’s back to normal, he immediately shoots up and looks around frantically.

  “Bruce- it’s okay, you’re okay! I’m right here,” he calms down and leans his arms against the edge of the pool to hold himself up.

  “Oh my- Y/N! Are you okay? Are you hurt?!” He begins looking over me for any injuries.

  “No, no, I’m okay. He didn’t hurt anyone,” once he relaxes some, he places his head in his hands. Bruce didn’t move far after transforming, so he’s still close enough for you to comfortably place your fingers back into his hair.

  “Y/N… Are you okay?”

  I sigh, “Bruce, I promise you, Hulk did not hurt me,” he tenses slightly.

  “I wasn’t talking about him…” I get the message and remove my hand from his hair.

  “I’m sorry. I was playing with Hulk’s hair before, but I shouldn’t have assumed that you’d be okay with it too,” he looks confused. “You’re two different people with two different opinions. Just because he likes something, that doesn’t mean you like it too.”

  “Actually,” Bruce looks down in his attempt to hide a blush, “I, uh… I do kinda like it. It feels… It feels nice.” I smile softly and nod, continuing the motions I was using on Hulk, getting a very similar reaction.

  Bruce opens his eyes and looks up at me, not speaking until our eyes meet and are locked for an amount of time that is probably too long for ‘just friends’.

  “Are you afraid of him?” I shake my head no, “Why not?”

  I hold back my giggles, “Because you’re both big babies.”

  His eyes widen slightly with curiosity, “What did he say that would make you think that?” The laugh escapes before I can stop it.

  “Let’s see… He came out just because he heard me crying and wanted to check on me, then he called me pretty. After all that, he spit water out of his mouth like a fountain to cheer me up,” Bruce smiles softly, but it falls as he thinks on the words.

  “Wait… What did he call you?” He sounds nervous. I was hoping he’d overlook that, but I guess I’m not that lucky.

  “Hulk kept calling me ‘pretty girl’ or 'pretty Y/N’,” suddenly feeling shy, I continue, “He’s actually really sweet when you get to know him…” My voice trails off as I worry if I said too much. I know Bruce doesn’t like talking about Hulk, especially right after switching back. However, he only seems to blush at my words.

  “Did he- uh, did he say anything else?” Bruce is looking down at his hands, fidgeting nervously like a child who is afraid he’s going to be yelled at. As if the skies finally clear on a cloudy day, I get an idea as to why he is acting this way. Against my better judgement, I speak up.

  “He said that you do too… That you think I’m pretty, I mean!” I press my lips together tightly, trying to form a seal. Maybe if my lips fuse together, it’ll finally get me to shut my mouth before I make a fool of myself rather than after. Alas, it doesn’t work, “Hulk probably only said that to make me feel better though, so don’t worry.”

  Bruce tenses up at the mention of that. I open my mouth to apologize, but he beats me to it, “No, he didn’t. I- um… I do… think that you’re pretty…” His face flushes beet red and he refuses to meet my gaze. I slowly inch my hand closer to his until they are on top of each other. Carefully, he interlocks our fingers, obviously still scared that he might hurt me. I give his hand a gentle squeeze, causing him to look up.

  “Thank you.”

  We spend the next few minutes in total silence, staring at our joined hands and appreciate how calm this moment is. No missions, no aliens, no Loki, and most importantly- no Tony. I don’t think either of us could do this with him teasing us the whole time. Bruce moves his hand and, for a second, I’m afraid he’s going to pull away. Instead, he holds both of my hands in both of his, rubbing his thumb over my knuckles lovingly.

  “Y/N, would you… Would you like to go to dinner with me?”

  I quickly- probably too quickly- nod, trying to conceal my smile. After realizing how desperate I must look, I pull myself together, “I’d love to, Bruce.”

  His eyes shine in the moonlight as he smiles wide. Keeping his hands in mine, I pull them up to my face and plant gentle kisses on his knuckles. We just stay there, blushing and grinning like idiots as we bask in the comfort that comes with not being alone. No words are spoken, but they don’t need to be. I look into his eyes and I can feel the warmth and love radiating from him. And I will do everything in my power to show Bruce that I trust him and Hulk. That I am not afraid of him and never will be.

Tony’s POV

  “Did I just see that right?” asks Steve as he stares in disbelief at what we just witnessed.

  “Do we need to get you bifocals, grandpa? I knew you were old, but I didn’t think your eyesight was that questionable yet,” I quip as I slide my phone back into my pocket.

  F.R.I.D.A.Y alerted me as soon as the code green began. I woke Steve on my way to where the big guy was, but when I saw what was happening, I held Cap back. Y/N has a special effect on Hulk, we all know it. This only proves it. Steve scoffs at my comment, but I don’t care, it’s about damn time Bruce talks to her. Y/N is good for him, she makes him happy… They both deserve to be happy, to feel loved. If they can do that for each other, who are any of us to call it dangerous.

  Steve looks back at them through the sliding door, “What do we do now?”

  Bruce looks so happy. He’s never happy after going green. We can’t see Y/N’s face from this angle, but I can only guess how she must feel right now. For being a couple of Earth’s mightiest heroes who kick ass for a living, they seem content. Peaceful even.

  “We go back to sleep.”

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[thedevildomdaily]

Demonic Possessions Ch 6: The Design Diva Strikes Again!

Here's the first of TWO chapters coming to ya on my days off as promised! Thanks for being patient and the well-wishes. I'm recovering pretty well.

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Warnings: Swearing, NSFW (I told you I'd get to it soon lol)

Lilly squirmed around in her bed. Her pink and purple curls were sticking out around her pillow that she used to smother her own face. A hand with beautiful galaxy nails, courtesy of Asmodeus, was planted in the middle of it. She moaned and groaned, not wanting to wake up. That was until she felt movement in her bed!

Her hand clutched the pillow and tossed it quickly from her face in a hurry. She immediately looked down at the foot of her bed. There was a large mass beneath her giant, fluffy comforter. There was something in her bed!

Slowly mustering all of her courage, the human eased the comforter up and open. Her eye were squinting, afraid of what she was about to see at her feet. One eye opened, then the other.

“Hello~” there was a very sensual, yet familiar voice. A set of icy blue, glowing orbs stared at Lilly before she registered the female nephilim peering at her from the darkness beneath the covers.

Yes, it was Lena! A nearly naked Lena at that: she wore a lacy black thong that was completely see-through and an oversized tank top. Because she was on all-fours, the giant opening hung low enough to reveal her full chest. She giggled devilishly and licked her lips, staring at Lilly like a predator.

“L-L-Lena!?! What are you doing!?” Lilly gasped. Her beautiful, tanned skin was now bright red as she looked at the nephilim crawling closer, between her legs.

“You, if you’d let me babe…” she smirked and crawled closer, now close enough to anchor her hands on either side of the human’s hips. She tilted her head to the side, letting her long hair fall to the side, gently touching Lilly’s leg. She awaited her answer, knowing very well how tempting she looked in this precarious position.

Lilly gulped, and parted her lips for a moment, staring at Lena in almost a trance. A nod followed, then a motion for Lena to approach her further. The nephilim crept up and over the petite human and kissed her softly.

“Good choice…” Lena purred. Lilly laughed and pulled her into a deeper kiss. Her lips tasted sweet and her skin was like the finest silk in the three realms. The human wanted to explore every inch of her body.

The nephilim wasted no time to straddle her. Lilly gasped as she watched her remove her top, revealing her beautiful large breasts; They nearly made her cry, “You’re so fucking gorgeous Lena…”

Lena giggled, “Look who’s talking...you’re fucking hot. I’ve lived for thousands of years and never seen such perfect caramel skin and those lovely violet eyes. You’re bewitching Lilly.” She pulled the human into a deeper, more sensual kiss. Her hands wandered to the small of her back, slowly lifting her shirt up and off.

Unable to wait any longer, the mortal reversed their positions, pinning Lena on her back. She was dominant by nature, and while she knew she was no match for a powerful being like the nephilim, she wanted to take control. Lena seemed very welcoming to the idea.

Lilly ran her tongue across Lena’s left nipple as she softly groped the other. Hearing the other woman moan was music to her ears. It’s been so long since she’d shared her bed with anyone; a dry spell since the exchange program began.

Just as she began to inch Lena’s thong down, Lilly began to wonder why she was thinking so intently about things other than this drop-dead gorgeous creature beneath her and what was that sound in the distance…

“WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS THIS MESS?!!!!”

The human woke to those words. A fucking dream!? NOOOOOOOOO! Pouting, she looked over at her temporary roomy, waking up on her couch; fully clothed and oblivious as to what was going on.

A series of profanities filled the entire House of Lamentation. Lena knew who it was and wanted to jump out of the nearest window and run away.

Mammon gave his one knock warning and popped his head in. “Are ya guys alright? Who was that?” Awe, he came to check on them.

“That was just my darling brother discovering my room you guys are lending me...and the sound of a nephilim experiencing a heart attack I’d imagine…”

*~*~*~

Lena quickly put on a robe and followed a series of ‘motherfuckers’, ‘sons-a-bitches’, and ‘dirty rat bastards’ to the attic. Both Lilly and Mammon accompanied her, despite the many warnings she gave them. “Major Diva warning alert...just saying…”

When they arrived upstairs, the trio found a raving mad Azri, Asmo, and Satan. The demons were standing in the doorway, quietly observing the nephilim as he inspected the room. He was listing every single thing that was wrong with the room.

“Good morning, my darling big brother…” Lena grinned evilly at him. This caused a chain-reaction of giggles.

“There’s not a damn good thing about it!” Azri responded with his hands on his hips, “Why didn’t you tell me sooner that they put you in the filth and squalor like those poor ‘Flowers in the Attic children’?! These are abhorrent living conditions Azralena!”

Lena had to fight hard not to laugh or tell him it was cleaned-up compared to what it was like after Belphegor took his stuff out that first night. He’d scream and faint like a goat if she did. “It’s not that bad bro. If anyone can fix it up, it’s you!”

Azri stopped his pacing and approached his little sister. Everyone held still, afraid of his reaction. He put his hands on her petite shoulders and looked down at Lena with a severe expression, “Lena,” he paused, “I may have to actually pray to celestial realm and every angelic fiber of my body for a fucking miracle to fix this abomination…”

“Is it really so horrible?” A deep voice boomed from behind them. Apparently, Lucifer had joined the fray.

“Oooh, Lucifer’s involved now...this is gonna be good…” Asmo whispered to his brothers and Lilly. There were smiles exchanged, but nobody was brave enough to laugh at this in front of the eldest brother.

“As a matter of fact it is Lucifer,” Azriel responded, “My sister deserves better than this. Are we not guests of Lord Diavolo’s? My sister has told me about ‘how cool Leviathan’s room is with the jellyfish and mega aquarium…” he then looked over at Asmodeus, “and his room is ‘absolutely beautiful’ she says. And it has a giant bathroom that looks like Regina George’s...and you give a dust-filled, cobwebbed attic with loose boards and….ARE THOSE EYES!!!!!?”

Azriel pointed to a whole in the wall on the north side. “This is unacceptable! As the eldest brother you must take responsibility to make sure my sister is staying in comfortable living quarters during her stay!”

Lena just tried to hide her face out of embarrassment. Why was he such a diva? She of course appreciated him looking after her like this, but sometimes he was just too much. This was definitely one of those cases.

“And what do you propose I do about it? My brothers each fixed their rooms on their own. This IS the House of Lamentation, not a human world resort.” Lucifer responded dryly. He did have a point there. One that only irritated the eldest nephilim. Lena felt the need to intervene before things got ugly.

“Hey guys, let’s just take a chill pill for a moment…” she said, holding her hands up as if to surrender to this mess.

‘Chill...pill…?” Lucifer looked at the female nephilim with a weary and perplexed expression.

“Yeah. I mean, it’s a metaphor…” Lena chuckled, “Look, I never meant things to get out of hand and Azri...you shouldn’t barge into someone’s home and go off like this...apologize. Now.”

After looking down at his short, little sister, Azriel sighed, “Sorry. Lena is right. I tend to...overreact when it comes to my siblings. I am in charge of the both of them.”

“I...can understand that.” Lucifer was willing to meet him halfway. From one eldest sibling to another.

“And Luci...fer” Lena almost tried a nickname but was not brave enough to go there yet. “Uhm, please allow my brother to remodel this room. I promise he is a professional in interior design as well as fashion. He will make structural repairs that could save future incidents. It’d give him peace of mind, I’ll be cozy, and you get a new roof out of it...for free.”

Lucifer eyed her, then her brother. They were both strangers, but if he was a professional, the demon believed he could be trusted enough for the task. “Very well. The two of you can do what you see fit in this room..and the roof if necessary. You’re not to do anything with any other room without my immediate permission alone. And, of course, you’re responsible for the remodeling costs. My brothers paid for the own rooms to be remodeled into what they are now. Even Mammon.”

All eyes shot to the Avatar of Greed and he felt it immediately, “HEY! What y’all look’n at! Of course I paid for my room to look as amazing as me, The Great Mammon!”

“He says that like we could actually believe him…” Satan muttered and the others agreed with him.

“Bet it was paid for from stolen belonging or money laundering schemes…” Lilly added.

“Most definitely.” Amso agreed.

“STOP TALK’N AS IF I’M NOT HERE!!!” Mammon yelled.

Lucifer cut his conversation with Lena and Azriel short to deal with his siblings. “MAMMOOON! Quit yelling so loudly. Get downstairs and eat breakfast. Now!”

The group, sans Azriel, did head down to eat breakfast. Those missing at the scene were filled in about the construction that was going to be done to Lena’s room by her brothers. Azriel was the design genius, but it was Zak that was the brawn behind the project. He was just more sensible and refused to show up so early in the morning.

~*~*~*~

The rest of the day went by fairly quickly. In just a couple of days, the nephilim had adjusted nicely into their classes. Belmont Academy had a similar curriculum blended with human education as well. It was “hybrid education for hybrid youth” as Lena explained it. She talked Lilly into checking into it once she returned to the human realm after the exchange program.

At lunchtime, the group joined together and talked about the events that started their morning. Asmo and Mammon dramatically told everyone what happened, getting everyone laughing about it. Well everyone but the two nephilim.

“Why the fuck didn’t you stop him from showing up so early?” Lena asked Zak, pointing her fork at him.

“I told him not to. He lied, saying he wouldn’t, and took off when I hopped in the shower. For being the supposed ‘responsible one’, he’s horrible when it comes to using his design skills or cleanliness…”

Lena sighed and nodded, “The. worst.”

“You do have to hand it to him though,” Asmodeus chimed in, “Azri did stand toe-to-toe with Lucifer without batting a silvery eyelash. That’s crazy! And Lena! You got between them quickly to intervene and stopped them from bickering!”

“Well of course. The root cause is ultimately my fault. So I took responsibility for it. Besides, it was pretty stupid to begin with. Arguing over interior designing an attic. Really?” Lena laughed.

“OOOOH I GOT IT!,” An otherwise quiet Leviathan exclaimed, “Your superpower is the ability to calm even the most powerful foes, like Lucifer, down!?!”

Lena paused for a moment, then burst into laughter, her brother joining in. Even Solomon couldn't help but chuckle at the notion. “THAT’S HILARIOUS!!!” She began to choke and punched her chest to stop it. “That’d be great. And it would have probably stopped many of earth’s wars. But nope. That’s definitely not it Levi-kun!”

Her response embarrassed the third eldest demon brother. That was, until she called him Levi-kun; It brought up a whole different reason to be embarrassed.

~*~*~

The rest of the school day passed in the blink of an eye. The RAD students disbursed, with the Purgatory students wishing everyone good luck with the remodelling go on. It was code for ‘good luck not getting into another fight over it’.

On the way home, they decided to grab Hell’s Kitchen burgers to go. Of course Beel wanted to eat a dozen there first, so they divided between those playing arcade games, those ordering the food, and Belphie watching Beel eat and hopefully not go on a rampage.

“Yes! I got it!” Lena screamed. She was at the claw machine with Lilly and Leviathan.

“That’s amazing!” Lilly cheered.

Leviathan gave his signature scream of excitement and proceeded to tell the girls what character it was, and their backstory, and everything in between.

“So what I’m hearing is…this is a valuable part of a set...and that you’re collecting that set aren’t ya?” Lena asked.

“Yeah. I’m missing her and two others.” Levi admitted.

Lena grinned and handed it over to the demon. “Then you’ll get more value out of having this than I will. So you’d better take it then.”

“R-Really?” Levi asked, shocked that she would just give the figurine to him.

“Yes, really!” Lena chuckled, “I just wanted the thrill of winning. You can have the figure. I don’t know what I’m gonna have room for when Azri’s done and that clothing haul is moved in from Lilly’s room.”

“ARIGATO!!!!” Levi cheerfully thanked the nephilim and held up the figurine into the air to admire it.

Lilly lingered back, watching the two nerd-out, sighing inwardly. It was clear that Lena was getting a little attached to Leviathan. He wasn’t catching on, and it made it more adorable...and sickeningly sweet to her. Oh well, she’d have to rely on her dreams still, until she could find a hot demoness that was interested in her and not devouring her soul.

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[your-highnessmarvel]

No Pressure

Requested by Anonymous: You blog is amazing!! Chris x reader idea: they meet at a party, Chris is into reader, they flirt and joke around. He’s like wow, she’s amazing. Anyway they leave the party together and he takes her back to his hotel, he thinks she’s ready to fuck, but reader is a innocent shy girl and fan and she has a slight panic attack because she didn’t mean to give him that idea. Chris profusely apologizes and it makes him like her even more, he’s use to women ready for anything. Fluff, angst & smut 😊🤗😍

AN: LMAOOOOOO god this was a wild ride. Also, i will be updating more tomorrow night after i get my lashes done. AND THEN FRIDAY, i will be able to update SO MUCH because i have no work :) and the snow storm will have passed.

Warnings: none

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MASTERLIST

The party was lit, no doubt. Someone had knocked off the chandelier, and there was booze sticking onto the polished tiles of the kitchen. There was a guy you didn’t know who was walking around with gum under his shoe. You swore you saw someone’s tit coming out the bathroom. There was an abandoned beer pong game in the living room. 

Who’s place was this already?

“I’m going to head out,” your friend said, titillating on her heels. “I met this guy. Look, that’s him.” Wow, she was drunk.

You turned to where she was pointing, and sure enough, there was Anthony Mackie waiting for her like a stallion. Hands in his pocket. Drunken look in his eyes. 

“Wow,” you said with a big smile. “You go get yourself some, honey. Do make sure to send me your location so I know you haven’t been chopped and quartered.” 

She swayed. “I’ll be dead in some other way.” She wiggled her fingers before your eyes. 

You laughed, pushing her towards Mackie. “Oookay,” you chuckled. You pointed at the man waiting to take your friend to poundtown. “Don’t you dare leave my friend unsatisfied, Mackie!”

He pointed back. “Behave, Y/L/N!”

You watched them stumble out of the door, the music booming dimly behind you. You rolled your eyes when your friend pinched one of Mackie’s butt cheeks. You’d seen enough. Turning, intent on grabbing another drink, you were met by someone’s very stern chest. 

“That’s a sturdy chest,” you mumbled. Yeah, you had some drinks in you. 

A laugh rumbled out from that chest, and then a finger pressed under your chin. Your eyes went from the woolen covered chest to a pair of cerulean blue eyes. Damn, they were sturdier than that chest.

You gulped. “Blue eyes.”

“Yeah.” He laughed, poking your nose. He held a red solo cup to his sternum. Light brown hair was a mess behind his ears. A beard that was a mix between brown and russet adorning his strong jaw. “I was going to ask you if your friend is a serial killer, but I assume you did the same for her?” His eyes scrunched in such a cute way. 

Your mouth parted because - shit - this guy was really hot. 

“Y-yeah well, she’s not, she’s actually a stunt coordinator and oh my God, you’re Chris Evans.”

His mouth split into a shit eating grin and those eyes crinkled at the sides. “Observant.”

“Idiot.”

“So, who do you know here who knows girls like you?” he asked, shoulders swinging from front to back. Nervous? Flirting?

“My friend,” you answered, pointing back with your thumb. 

Chris nodded. “If I knew stunt coordinators hung out with girls that look like you, I’d come to these kinds of parties more often.” His eye dropped in a wink. 

You rolled your eyes. “Oh please,” you huffed. “That’s not going to work on me.” You made to brush past him. Maybe to get a drink. Maybe to go throw up, who knows. 

But his hand shot up and wrapped gingerly around your bicep. Stopping, you took a second to admire just how easily every single one of his fingers wrapped completely around your arm. Damn, okay. 

“What is then?” His voice was gruff, right next to your ear, and you don’t know how and you don’t know when this was decided, but you were suddenly stumbling into his hotel room, struggling with your shirt and his mouth on yours. 

He smelled of booze and cologne and something uniquely his. Mouth was plump and warm, chapped as he struggled with keeping his lips on yours while ripping the shirt from his body. 

His hands were everywhere. On your breasts. Sliding down the curve of your waist. Smoothing the planes of your warm cheeks. Gripping the back of your neck. Cupping your ass.

And all at once, it became too much. As much as you melted against his hard, chiseled chest, and as much as you absolutely loved the shape of his biceps, it was all too much. Too much too fast. And you couldn’t remember when you’d agreed to this. At the party? In the car on the way over? In the hall, stumbling along with him, laughing? When the door opened and you went in?

You ripped away from his embrace, a hand to your mouth. You stood there, breathless, staring at Chris’s widely open face. 

“I’m sorry,” you blurted.

He frowned, cocking his head. 

“Shit,” you mumbled, covering your bra with your hands. “I - I didn’t mean to, um...” You searched for your shirt. There it was. Slipping it on, you realized it was Chris’s. “Fuck.”

“Wait,” he said, reaching for you and stopping you from taking the shirt off. He was smiling, hands slightly shaking in yours. “Hey...” he whispered, searching your eyes. He shook his head. 

“I know,” you mumbled. “I walked in knowing what was going to happen. I shouldn’t have - “

He kissed the tip of your nose to interrupt you. “Don’t apologize,” he whispered. “You’re allowed to change your mind. It’s totally okay.”

You sighed, heart beating erratically. “I just...”

He dragged you to the bed by the hand, motioning for you to sit. He took a seat beside you. “I’m not going to be mad or judge you for changing your mind,” he said with a smile. “You can even spend the night here. I’ll take the couch.”

“Oh, no, Chris, I can cab it.”

He snorted. “You’re going to cab it rather than sleep in this plushy bed?” He bumped you with his shoulder, which relieved the tension in your neck and you laughed. “Plus,” he whispered, eyes low, “you look really cute in my shirt.”

You blushed, cheeks heating and you leaned your forehead onto his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you in. 

“Hey, did you know whale hearts weight 400 pounds?” he asked. 

“That’s a lot of love,” you giggled into his shoulder. 

“And apparently, it would taste really good.”

“Ew!” you laughed, and just because, you bit down onto his shoulder. The sound that came from his chest revived the heat in your cheeks and tingles between your legs. 

“You’re being a tease,” he grumbled, hand on your waist scrunching in the shirt. 

You pressed your lips on his shoulder. Your hand ventured onto his naked chest. Maybe... maybe all you needed was to take your time. To take control. 

He didn’t say a word. He didn’t even move his hands. All he did was watch you, with those cerulean blue eyes, as you stripped from your pants and your panties. He admired the skin exposed to him, shining in the dim light of the hotel room. His brows pulled up, he didn’t even speak. He just watched as you climbed onto him, knees each side of his waist. 

His chin arched back, blue eyes meeting yours. His lips, pink and plump, parted and you slowly pressed yours against his. This time, slower and more intent, you could really feel him. The scratch of his beard on your chin. The warmth of his tongue against your lower lip. His big, warm hands sliding up your bare thighs. 

You grabbed onto his right wrist and guided his fingers to where your core throbbed and wanted him. 

He broke the kiss momentarily to ask you, “Are you sure?”

You nodded, smiling, pushing his hand under the shirt. He brushed your clit with two fingers and you fell forward onto him, gripping his shoulder. He made a sound in his throat, deep and feral, as he rubbed a few slow circles on your clit. 

“Shit,” you breathed, trying to keep from grinding down on his hand. 

He reached up with his free hand to kiss you, taking you into a hard kiss.

You fumbled with his belt, feeling every inch of your skin ready to burst from pleasure, but you didn’t want to finish on his fingers. The clink of the belt resonated in the quiet room, scratching against your wrist as you all but ripped it open and attacked his zipper. He leaned back, breathless, watching you undress him. 

He was hot under his boxers, and oh so hard. You took him out of his boxers, listening to the soft sound that came from his lips as you touched him. 

You gave him a few slow pumps, watching his lashes flutter, his chest heaving. 

“Do you have any idea how hot you are right now?” he sighed. 

You moaned at his words, at the lustrous tone of voice. You got up on your knees, aligning him with your dripping core. He eyes went wide for a second, hands gripping your waist. 

You slide down on him slowly, taking the head into your warmth. You struggled moan left your lips and one of his hands shot to your hair, smoothing it away from your cheek. “Take your time,” he breathed, laboring against the instinct to buck up right into you. 

He was a lot of man to take in, but you were suddenly in a rush to have him buried to the hilt. Your walls quivered tight around him, sinking him in deeper, and by the time you were fully seated on him, there was a pinnacle in your belly.

He guided your hips as you adjusted on him, wiggling front and back, gripping his shoulders with your nails, clit rubbing against his pelvis. You rose on your knees and sank back down, moaning as the size of him stretched you out. 

“Shit, that’s tight,” he mumbled, bringing you down into a crushing kiss, tongue against your lower lip. 

You moaned his name, settling into a slow, sensuous rhythm. You rocked on him easily, slipping him in and out, sliding against your tight walls. He was sporadically bucking into you, pelvic bone pressing against your clit, driving you closer to the edge. 

One of his hand sneaked into your hair, pulling your head back so he could attack the flesh at your neck. The new angled, arched back, hips forward, made the pressure on your clit increase, driving you to impale yourself on him harder, faster. 

“Come on baby,” he breathed encouragingly, other hand on your waist bringing you down hard on his cock. “Cum all over this cock. Come on.”

The choice of words made a strange heat wash in your belly, bringing the edge oh so close. You clenched around him, rocking him into you. 

“Chris,” you moaned, the edge approaching with such ferocity it almost scared you. “Chris...”

“I know, baby, come on,” he breathed, kissing your neck, driving himself deeper into you using his grip on your waist. “Fuck, you’re so tight.”

You rocked onto him, grinding against his pelvis, your clit throbbing. The edge approached and the rubber band snapped. His name came out in tumbles, walls clenching so hard around him that he spewed hot ropes of cum all over your tight walls. He groaned against your throat, hand in your hair clenching so tight it hurt. 

Pleasure scuttled across your skin and you slumped onto him, feeling him breathing against you. He was coated in sweat, but he was warm and comfortable, and the orgasm you’d just had was still tingling on your nerves. 

“I’ll go get you a towel,” he whispered in your ear. 

You sighed, giggled, yelped when he maneuvered you so easily until you were lying on your back in the bed. He got up, tucking himself back into his boxers, and smiled down at you. His cheeks were red, hair muffled, eyes wild. 

He gave you a wink. “You look so hot.”

You rolled your eyes. “Okay, Evans,” you whined. 

He leaned down over you, hands each side of your head, shoulders so wide they took all of your line of vision. He kissed the tip of your nose. “Don’t oh Evans me or else you’ll get a punishment after I was you up.”

Your eyebrow rose. “That’s no punishment if I like it.”

He bit the corner of his lips. “Oh, it’s on!”

#chris evans #chris evans x you #chris evans x reader #chris evans x yn #chris evans x y/n #imagine #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #oneshot #chris evans smut #fluff #angst #cevans

[marvel-download-tutorial]

How to Download Marvel comics for free!

I’ve been thinking about writing this for a while especially since we’re all stick inside but last week Marvel made the shitty decision to transition various print titles to digital only, meaning they’re directly taking revenue away from local shops rather than delay the titles, so since Marvel thinks digital comics is such a cool idea I’m gonna show you how to download as many as you’d like! (oh also this is for windows only, idk how to do it if you own a mac but also you’re rich anyways so who cares buy the comics richie)

I don’t want to take money away from the people that need it, not the actual companies of Marvel and DC fuck them they’re dying and they deserve it, but for my own rationalizing I want to take a minute to plug the Hero Initiative, basically what it is an organization that provides for comic creators that are having hard times, comics are a rough industry and you don’t get into it to get rich, I won’t go into it too much you can read for yourself but it’s been endorsed by Stan Lee, Justin Ponsor, Mike Grell, Skottie Young, Rags Morales, a lot of big names, so I’d ask if you do follow this guide and download some comics for free please consider donating to the Hero Initiative (they also sell autographed prints and you can commission some really famous artists)

anyways onto the good stuff! I’m going to be doing a fairly brief but easy to follow guide, there will be links at the bottom of the post so look for those, I’ll probably be making a few other posts with some more info so also check back for those if my blog is still here

What do I need?

You’re going to need 4 basic things if you want to do this as easily and safely as you can 

1) a good anti-virus

2) anonymous web browser (Tor)

4) a safe and reliable source for the comics

4) a torrent program to download the comics

Also optional: VPN

Anti-Virus 

it’s good to remember when torrenting that no one is your friend, everyone is out to trick you and no one cares, honestly you should also have a good anti-virus though, I’m not really gonna tell you which one you should have but Norton 360 is pretty good but say that in a room of CS majors is the quickest way to start a fist fight, honestly just google it, you’re gonna have to do some research, but really you’re good as long as you don’t go with Avast or Kaspersky, I’m going to go over typical tricks and traps later to ensure safety, this is just basic overall security thing

Anonymous Web Browser (Tor)

next we’re gonna download Tor (you can do this before getting a VPN, like I said either one is going to put you on a list but using one to cover you getting the other at least mitigates it lol) Tor is a great open source project that allows for basically complete anonymous web browsing, it’s a project dedicated to privacy and disruption of corporations ability to control every aspect of our lives, also a friend of mine bought K off silk road with it once in highschool, really not too much you need to know about it before using it, just download it, let it configure and you’re good, also use Duck Duck go that it comes with, don’t switch it to chrome or anything, Duck Duck go is anonymous search service which better lends to Tor’s protection

Where to get the torrents

Now this is really important because you can have everything else set up but without a safe reliable source none of this is gonna do any good, but this is the dangerous part, torrent sites are notorious traps (I bricked more than on family PC on limewire) and this is why I said earlier to remember these people are not your friends and are out to hurt you, don’t click banner ads, don’t believe pop ups, make sure your virus protection is on and it’s a very good idea to have an adblocker on, also look out for another post I’ll be making on what download buttons to trust for different popular torrent sites

when talking comics (and remember specifically only Marvel comics) there’s no other name out there than Nemesis43, he is a god and he’s going to be your new best friend, there are groups and sites out there that do comic scans that you have to pay to join or like apply to join, that shit’s dumb as hell and I’ve never used them once and I’ve got more comic than I can read in my lifetime, you don’t need em and you especially don’t need to give them money, donate to the Hero Initiative instead

Nemesis has moved around a bit in the past (if you remember the WWT debacle) right now the main site for him is ettv (there will be a link at the end of the post) sites a bit barren but he’s there, he also has a reddit he gives updates on very rarely, generally if he moves he adds where his new home is in a text doc in his recent uploads, I fully trust him and his uploads, he’s been doing this for years and I’d never have a second thought downloading from him, also because he uploads so much he’s often very highly rated and verified on whatever site he’s on

The second place I’d recommend is getcomic (again there will be a link at the end), now this is very important, never donate to them, they kinda suck, basically they’re plugged into a bunch of different scanner groups and just steal those scans and put them up and then ask for donations, basically they’re just an aggregate (Nem kinda is too but he doesn’t ask for donations and stuff), they usually use browser downloads which are a complete pain so I’d really recommend Nemesis over them but they do have TheComicGuy on torrent galaxy for larger files but that updates a lot less frequently then the main site, again I trust these guys (as long as you’re on the actual site) but don’t trust any banner ads or pop ups, also for downloading they give multiple options, a lot are very sketchy, just use the main server

also there’s other sites like readcomics or newcomics, never used em, don’t like em, use at your own behest 

On sites like ettv you’re gonna want to use the magnet, someone years ago told me it was safer and I just believed them and have always used em, not sure if it’s true but it’s worked so whatever, really you shouldn’t be too worried about this stuff and if you follow this guide you’re going to be way over prepared to download comics, really no one cares about comic torrenting, movies, video games, tv shows that’s the stuff people really get caught on, this is just nerd shit

I’m going to be making another post showing how to use these sites, and other sites comic can be found on so look back at my blog for that

Torrent program

This is pretty basic, just get utorrent, it’s what I’ve always used, it works, whatever, definitely look this up with a VPN on or on Tor, it’s simple to use, I’ll be doing a short tutorial on how to make it even safer

Lastly this one is optional but a pretty good idea, for more than just this

VPN aka Virtual Privacy Network

honestly you can get the anonymous web browser (Tor) or the VPN first, their both going to help cover you downloading the other and honestly both are going to put you on a list for googling them (which is why I suggest looking for someone who just already has the .exes ((I always keep them on a thumbdrive for when I have to reset one of my computers)), I might try to make a google drive with em but also I might not bc that sounds like work and I’m already typing all this up), anyways I’m not really gonna explain what a VPN is, there’s a lot of resources that can explain it better than I can but basically it masks what you do on the internet, there’s a lot of choices when picking a VPN but the big thing I looked for when choosing mine was 1) non-US based so it’s harder for US investigation agencies to request stuff for them or get anything from them 2) one that doesn’t keep logs, honestly they all do even if they say they don’t, but you wanna look for one that hasn’t turned over many logs to US agencies and 3) unlimited peer 2 peer connections which is complicated but basically means you can torrent stuff anonymously and with decent speed. Like Anti-Virus there are a ton of different VPN’s out there, you really have to do research because there are actual accounts of FBI agencies crating VPN’s telling people they’re anonymous when really they had direct access to all the info, I haven’t done any research but NordVPN seems kinda like one of these, really the more they advertise the more suspicious I am, Just google “best vpn 2020″ and look at like 5 lists and read the the stuff, personally I use IPvanish which unfortunately is US based and while it gave over logs in 2016 even thought they said they didn’t keep any but now they’re owned by a new company that super double promises they don’t (again who cares they all do) but they’ve allow P2P and use 256-bit AES encryption

I wanna take a second to mention that this isn’t going to be free, this is the only place you’re going to be spending money (besides donating to Heroe Initative of course), a good VPN is about $100 a year which all in all isn’t terrible, technically you can just get by on the anonymous browser but this gives you an extra layer of security to pretty much ensure you won’t get caught and plus in the ever worsening internet hell world a VPN is becoming more and more important, I’m sure you can find articles about it but yea you don’t technically need a VPN but it’s useful for more than just this

How to work it all

Ok so this is gonna be a little stream of consciousness, as this all kinda has been, so sorry but I’m gonna try and explain it as best I can and also feel free to ask any questions on this blog, I’ll check back eventually I’m sure

So first thing first, make sure you’re virus protection is on and you’re connected on your VPN if you’re using it (you can google “what is my IP” to double check it’s working) then load up Tor, let it load and connect up and whatever, then go to https://www.ettvdl.com/user/Nemesis43 (I’m just gonna show this with Nemesis43, maybe I’ll make another one for getcomics but that’s pretty straight forward, also nem is better)

now remember we’re only here for Marvel comics, so scroll past all those thousands of other comics this would work exactly the same for, I’m gonna go for Ant-Man #4 which was released on the 13 as a digital only comic despite the first three issues being physical copies and now sit on my shelf forever unfinished making me look like a complete penis

it may take a while but it’s going to look like this, click on the blue words, it’s gonna take you to a page that looks like this

now from here we’re going to get the magnet link, right click and select copy link address, I like doing this because it limits my interactions with the page, note the advertisement at the top telling me I need a VPN despite thinking I’m in Guadalajara (which for legal reasons I am)

just copy that and then go to utorrent and click the add link

it’ll open a little box, it should add the link automatically, if it doesn’t just hit ctrl+V

hit ok and it’ll load it up, it might need to download some metadata but after that it should be good, oh also it might bring up a window basically asking where you want to save it and what to name it, you can set all that up in preferences, I did so I just turned that window off and can’t be assed to turn it back on, just hit ok if you don’t wanna bother with that stuff, it’ll go into your downloads by default

and that’s it really, it’s that easy, I might make another thing talking about how to make utorrent more anonymous or whatever so look for that, but stock it’s fine, also when it’s finished downloading it’s gonna start seeding (like uploading to someone else) I’ve always been a scumbag and I never seed but Nemesis seeds stuff so much you really don’t need to anyways, just select it and hit the stop button (the black square on the tool bar)

here are all the links I could think of

Hero Initiative

download Tor

here’s a guide for VPNs

download utorrent

song I found recently that I like

getcomics

Nemesis

so yea that’s pretty much the basics, be smart, be safe, any viruses you get are on you but I hope you found this helpful and feel free to ask any questions

oh and also this is all parody and I’ve never actually torrented anything, I don’t even own a computer

[shadowfae]

Do you want to explain what that last ask was? I gotta say you look like an entitled prick in your response and the asker was making some pretty serious accusations. I thought you seemed chill but that entire thing is painting you in a pretty messed up light.

You’re right. I do sound like an entitled prick, and to be quite honest? That’s just fine. Because if I’m a heartless jerk, they can’t hurt me. They can’t touch me if I don’t give them anything to argue with.

This happened in the Evillious Chronicles fandom - you may know best the Vocaloid song Servant of Evil, that’s their most famous song. In the English discord for it.

Well, there was me and a few other ‘kin folks in there, all fictionkind from EC, all of varying ages. This was... I want to say 2016. I could be wrong. Scroll back in my blog and check when I figured out I was Pale, that happened right at the beginning of it.

I was 16-17 or so, maybe 15? I don’t remember. But there was Seth, who was twelve, and Lawrence, who was like 21.

Seth is Seth Twiright. Lawrence was Adam Moonlit. Me, Pale Noel. Seth decided in all his twelve year old traumatized wisdom he was gonna get Lawrence to date him, because he missed his own Adam and figured this one was good enough. He said they were canonmates. Maybe they were. I don’t know and I don’t care.

Lawrence was this British guy in uni for physics who liked visual novels and talking to like-minded others, but didn’t get fandom very much and was so not prepared for this bullshit.

Seth liked the NSFW channels of the server, before the 18+ restriction on them. He had a few notable triggers - the word ‘daddy’ was the big one, there were others - and the rule was, triggers are banned in all but the trigger channels which were free for all. Unfortunately, this meant there had to be two NSFW channels, one where Seth ruled and you couldn’t say daddy, and one where you could and somehow he was still allowed in it.

(Edit: I forgot to mention, but like. Looking back, why the fuck was a 12yo allowed in the NSFW channels. Why.)

I dunno. Anyway, so Lawrence lets Seth make friends with him, Seth fixates the hell on Lawrence  because he’s twelve and gay and doesn’t have a good support system or whatever. I was friends with Seth beforehand, because his kintype was mine’s creator and I did trust him a little automatically because of it. (I also immediately trust anyone named Yegor or Raisa, no surprise there). I shouldn’t have. Damn it, I shouldn’t have. But I did.

Seth also was very, very suicidal. Kid should’ve been hospitalized multiple times. But here’s me, who’s like sixteen and doesn’t know any better. I talk him out of suicide.

Again. And again. And again. I didn’t go forty-eight FUCKING hours without talking him back from death’s door. It got so bad, that after like six months of this, I couldn’t eat more than a third a plate of food or half a can of soup without immediately throwing it up, because of the stress. My family actually noticed to the point I was finally allowed to go get therapy, which I’d needed for years.

Me, who just wanted all my friends to not die, spent over a year constantly talking everyone out of suicide. Even Lawrence turned to me, and I helped.

Lawrence tried to take some time off to work on his visual novel. Seth started having such bad suicidal episodes I told Lawrence I’d kill him with my bare hands if he didn’t come back and help me fucking deal with it, because I wasn’t good enough and Seth wanted him.

This got back to the server, one of the admins said this was too far out of line, and I got thrown from the server. I confessed to Seth how suicidal I was, trusting he’d talk to me the same way I’d been talking to him for probably two years, and he said something like “I don’t have the energy for this I’m sorry :(” like I’d ever had the energy to do it for him and yet somehow, I still did.

I almost failed two finals - two very important finals that determined what universities I could even apply to - because I couldn’t study because I had to talk him out of suicide.

By the time all was said and done, I’d been the only one keeping three people from killing themselves for over six months. Lawrence, and Seth. And also myself.

Two or three years later, you know what I know?

Seth called Lawrence a pedophile when and only when Lawrence proved he wasn’t going to let Seth control his every move. Before then, he doted on him like no tomorrow. He realized he could just say “pedophile” and everyone would believe him. I did too, until I’d been away long enough to realize he’d been manipulating me, too.

Seth started it. He fucking started it! Lawrence just wanted to make some friends and talk about his experiences as Adam. He actually made up a girlfriend and roleplayed as her with her own discord account in hopes we’d fucking believe him and leave him alone. At the time, I mocked it, but I’d been manipulated by Seth and didn’t understand it.

Seth will tell you Lawrence is a pedophile. He wasn’t. He was the poor bastard who just so happened to be kind to a megalomaniacal twelve year old (note, Seth did turn thirteen somewhere in here so if I fuck that up, forgive me) and just so happened to fit what he wanted to do.

I. Kept. Seth. Alive.

I kept five fucking people alive, when I was sixteen, and what do I get out of it? Seth tells me that I’m the worst thing that’s ever happened to him. I do not and might not for a decade be able to interact with EC. My own source. Nobody in this fandom save for Soubi, who knew me before and still follows me, will forgive me, because I told Lawrence I’d kill him myself if he didn’t help me keep Seth alive.

I can’t go back to my own source because Seth wanted to see how many people he could manipulate into adoring him. It’s been three years, and if you stress me out enough, I still throw up.

You’ll notice I have very little fear response anymore. I don’t get scared. I just get angry. Go on, guess why that is. Guess! It’s because he traumatized me! He traumatized all of us!

I don’t like calling myself traumatized. You know why. Other people had it worse. And for the most part, I’m over it. I can’t talk anyone out of suicide anymore, not even once. It reminds me of the pure, primal terror of keeping five people alive. One, I could’ve handled. Two, if one was me, yeah sure. But three? No. It was too much.

One was too much to ask of any sixteen year old.

I still throw up if I get stressed. I can never give anyone who really needs it the kindness I gave a twelve year old who didn’t deserve it. But you know what?

If I had to go back and do it all over again, if you made me go through it all, I wouldn’t change a thing. Because I thought he was a victim. Because I thought he was truly hurt. Because I wanted to help.

He didn’t deserve it. Frankly, if he’d died somewhere along the way and instead of him coming into my inbox and bitching about how horrible I am you’d told me he was dead, I wouldn’t be upset. I don’t want to say “Good riddance,” because I wouldn’t say that, but I wouldn’t mourn him.

Maybe Seth deserved better in the start. But I can’t say he deserved better than me, because saving him and everyone was the strongest, bravest thing I’ve ever done. Because he didn’t fucking deserve me, but I deserve me, and what I did was brave. What I did was cruel. What I did was kind.

At the end of the day, I saw a hurting teen who needed help, and I helped. It doesn’t matter that it was all a lie. I did what I could. I did what I had to.

Let him tell the world I traumatized him, because I made damn sure he lived. Let him call me worse than a pedophile, because I refuse to let his memory silence me. Let him stew in his hatred and his sorrow and his megalomania, because I stopped being suicidal, because I realized nothing could be worse than what I’d just been through.

Sometimes you have to argue like an asshole. I’m not going to justify myself to him anymore. I’m not gonna give them something to argue about, they aren’t doing it in good faith. I’m not going to reason with them, they won’t listen. I deserve better.

I do. It just took me far, far too long to realize it.

#asks #sleeping-deity #kin drama // #that ec drama

[nazariolahela]

Something Domestic: Chapter 8

A/N: Hey y'all! This is a new TRR AU I’ve been working on. This story is told in first-person narrative, from Riley’s (MC) POV. There will likely be smidges of canon in this, but not too much. Thanks for reading, and please leave feedback, and/or if you would like to be tagged.

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Synopsis: When Riley Brooks takes a new job as a nanny for the affluent Rhys family in New York’s Upper East Side, she assumes she’s just going to care for the children of the couple who hired her. But instead of just school pick-ups and afternoon snacks, she also finds herself spending time with Liam, the handsome divorced dad. Can Riley control her feelings for Liam while still performing the job she was hired for?

All characters are the property of Pixelberry Studios. Thanks for allowing me to borrow them.

Chapter Summary: Riley and Liam get to know each other and sparks fly.

I look at the clock on the microwave and sigh. It’s 7:02 p.m. and Madeleine still isn’t home. Good thing I didn’t have any Friday night plans. Not that I mind staying late, but a little heads up would have been nice. If she doesn’t show up soon, I’m going to have to get dinner started for the kids. They’re currently upstairs in the playroom, watching a movie, so I’m down here in the living room — sprawled out on the couch — waiting for someone to relieve me of my duties. Mara appears from the elevator a few minutes later, holding a plastic CVS bag.

“Here you are, Miss. The items you requested.”

I take the bag from her and pull out the contents: A bottle of Starbeans Frappuccino Vanilla Coffee, a bag of sour gummy worms, and the latest issue of Trend Magazine. If I'm going to be stuck here, I might as well have sustenance and entertainment. As I sit on the couch, chewing on a gummy worm, I scroll through my social media newsfeed. Looking at photos of my friends and acquaintances getting ready to start their weekend, I feel a tinge of jealousy. Okay, that’s enough of that. I close out the app and reach into the bag, grabbing the frap and the issue of Trend.

Time to catch up on my celebrity gossip. I flip through the pages, thankful there aren’t any more photos of Liam and Madeleine playing “fake family.” Just your daily celebrity feuds, who’s dating who, and your run-of-the-mill rumors. If I didn’t secretly love this stuff so much, I’d hate it.  Mara excuses herself to check in with Bastien, so I pull out my phone to text Hana. As I open my text app, the phone rings with an incoming call from her. “Hey, girl!”

“Riley, where are you? My date with Meghan is at 8 p.m. and I can’t decide on an outfit,” she says frantically.

I exhale. “I’m still here. Madeleine’s not home from work yet.”

“I hope everything is okay. Did you text her? Have you heard from Liam?”

“I did but got no answer. Liam should be home soon. If I’m not home before you leave for your date, I just wanted to wish good luck tonight. Whatever you decide to wear, it’s going to knock her socks off.”

She laughs. “You’re ridiculous. Call me if you need me to bring you anything.”

“Will do. Love you!”

“Love you more!”

We hang up and I set the phone back down on the coffee table. I pick up the magazine and resume reading. A few minutes later, I hear the ding of the elevator door and sit up to find Liam entering the penthouse. He looks up from his phone and spots me sitting in the middle of the living room. He shoots me a questioning glance. “Riley? What are you still doing here?”

“Madeleine never showed up. I couldn’t just leave the kids here alone.”

His jaw tightens. “Thank you for that. I’m sorry that she never called. Next time that happens, please don’t hesitate to call me. You shouldn’t have to give up your Friday night plans because my children’s mother can’t pick them up on time. I’ll make sure you get paid overtime for today as well.”

“It’s really no trouble at all. I didn’t have any plans. My roommate has a date tonight, so I was probably just going to sit on my couch and catch up on Real Housewives of Ducitora. Besides, I’m not that big into New York nightlife. Too loud, too many people, too expensive.”

He smirks. “Well, if you’re not busy, why don’t you hang out for a while? I have a bottle of wine chilling in the fridge, and Real Housewives OnDemand.”

I bite my lip, contemplating his offer. “I don’t want to impose.”

“Trust me. You’re not,” he replies, and my chest tightens. One drink won’t hurt. Right? He’s not asking me to have sex with him. Think of it as a chance to get to know him better. I nod and he smiles. He makes his way to the kitchen to retrieve the wine. While he’s gone, I grab my purse and make my way to the bathroom. I check my reflection, making sure I don’t look like a homeless bag lady. I pull the hair tie from my hair and finger-comb through it. I then grab my tinted lip balm and brush a couple of coats across my lips.

Satisfied with my appearance, I flick off the bathroom light and head back to the living room. He returns a moment later, setting the bottle and two glasses on the coffee table. He glances down at my half-empty bottle of frap and the gossip mag. He picks it up, thumbing through the pages and frowns. “I can’t believe you read this crap. Half the things they say in here are total bullshit.”

I shrug. “It’s my guilty pleasure. I like getting a look at how the other half lives. Until I started working here, I assumed all you rich and famous people live in McMansions with gold fixtures and an army of servants. I bet you don’t even cook for yourself.”

He chuckles, the sound warming me from within. “There’s a reason for that. Ask my kids what a terrible cook I am.”

I couldn’t hide my smile. “That explains the personal chef.”

He flashes me a boyish grin that shoots through my body, down to my core. My gods, save me from my lustful ways. He pops the cork of the wine bottle and pours two glasses, handing me one. I bring my wine to my lips and take a long sip. His eyes watch me as my tongue sweeps up a stray drop of wine dripping down the side. He visibly swallows. I think about what Charlotte told me and figure now is a good time to bring it up.

“So, I wanted to talk to you about something Charlotte mentioned to me today.” He sets his glass down and focuses his attention on me. I fiddle with my wine glass, doubting myself. He nods for me to continue. I exhale. “Okay. So, she mentioned that Madeleine has friends over from time to time.”

He rolls his eyes. “Penelope and Kiara. Yeah, those two are always around. Those three have been friends since college. I swear, when I married her, apparently they were a package deal.”

Ooh. This is awkward. “Actually, she mentioned a guy. She said that he’s over here frequently and that they spend a substantial amount of time in her room while you’re at work.”

Anger flashes in his eyes. Then almost immediately, he regains his composure. He exhales loudly. “I see. You know, I always suspected that she was bringing men into my home, but I never imagined she was doing it in front of my kids.” He gulps down his wine and pours himself another glass.

“I’m sorry I had to be the one to tell you.”

He shakes his head and sighs sadly. “Don’t be. It’s not your fault.”

We sit in silence for several minutes. He brings his wine glass to his mouth, staring into it with a blank expression. I watch him from the corner of my eye, making sure he’s not going to explode. Needing to break the tension, I set my glass on the table and lean back in my seat. “So, I hear you’ve been telling your friends all about me.”

His chokes on his wine and his cheeks immediately flush. “They told you about that?”

“Yeah, for a guy who doesn’t want his ex to find out, you sure talk a lot.”

He grimaces and sets his glass down. “In my defense, Drake, Max, and Liv are the only people I would ever tell something like that because I know they won’t tell her. From the moment I met you, I knew I was attracted to you. And in a moment of drunkenness, I may have confessed that to my friends. I didn’t mean for them to tell you though.”

He looks away. Is he embarrassed? Thinking back to what Drake told me at the bar that night, Liam hasn’t been with anyone since Madeleine. Assuming they were having sex regularly, he said it’s been a few months since he filed for divorce. Which means they probably weren’t having sex at all towards the end. Remembering my own drought, my mind wanders to that forbidden place. Is he lonely? Does he seek the company of certain women to fill the void his wife left? He doesn’t need those women when I’m more than willing to offer my “services” for free. I scold myself for thinking such stupid thoughts and take another sip of my wine.

Clearing his throat, he quickly changes the subject. “So, tell me. Other than gossip rags, trashy reality TV marathons, and hanging out at the Double Tappe, what do you like to do in your spare time?”

I drain the last of my wine and set the glass on the coffee table. “Not much. I do like to read in my spare time. And not just tabloid magazines. I just finished the new John Grisham novel. Talk about intense. Other than that, I spend most of my time hanging out with Hana. We used to spend a lot of time at The Foundry, but the drinks got way too expensive. Plus, the male clientele there really doesn’t really do it for me anymore. Too many tech-bros.”

He nods then picks up the bottle and both glasses and takes them into the kitchen. After depositing them in the sink, he returns to the couch. If I didn’t know any better, I’d swear he is sitting a little closer this time. I can feel the heat radiating from his thigh a mere inches from mine. My hands folded in my lap, I move them to the top of my thighs. His own hands rest at his sides, his fingers tapping the cushion. I stare down at his fingers as they inch closer. I look up and he’s staring at me, lust burning in his eyes.

“You said you weren’t into tech-bros. Are there any other eligible bachelors that have caught your eye lately?”

I blush. “Just one…”

“Anyone I know?”

My cheeks redden. Well, Riley. It’s now or never. He’s already told me how he feels about me. Why not let him know I reciprocate those feelings? He moves his hand to my knee and begins moving his thumb back and forth. My heart thunders. “Yeah. You.”

His smile fades as he moves even closer to me on the couch. “Riley. You should tell me goodnight.”

My breath hitches. “Why?”

“Because if you don’t, I’m going to kiss you.”

“What if I want you to kiss me?”

Before he can answer, he leans over and takes my head in his hands and presses his lips to mine. My shock turns to awe as I part my lips, inviting his tongue between them. I crawl forward into his lap, straddling his waist and wrap my arms around his neck. I press my chest to his, feeling his heart beating fast. My head tilts to the side, and he moves his mouth down my neck, sucking on my pulse. I tug his earlobe between my teeth and he growls, kissing and sucking harder. I’m probably going to have a hickey tomorrow, but who cares?

He moves his mouth back to my lips and his hands slip beneath the hem of my shirt, slowly moving up my back. I can feel his dick straining under his dress pants as I press my core against his crotch. He groans in my mouth, the sound shooting straight to my pussy.

Oh my god, this is so wrong. But why does it feel so right? His hands fumble with the clasps on my bra. I reach between us and begin tugging on his belt. The heat between us is blazing and I can’t stop myself. Finally, he breaks our kiss.

“We have to stop.”

“What? Why?”

He swallows. “You know why.”

“Is it because of the kids? If you’re worried about them interrupting us, we could go to your bedroom.”

He groans and ohmygod it does things to me. “It’s not that…”

“You don’t want to?” I ask.

“Of course I do. I’ve wanted to since the moment you walked in here that first day for your interview. I look at you and all I want to do is take you all over this apartment. You can obviously feel it,” he says. My eyes dart down between us to the evident bulge in his pants, and I bite my lip. His eyes follow mine; his expression amused. Then, his face goes serious again. “But my divorce isn’t final yet, and I can’t risk anything that would put your job or the kids’ livelihood in jeopardy. Besides, you don’t want to get involved with me. Divorced Dad lusting after the hot nanny. I’m like a walking cliche.”

I sigh, then nod. His words are the same ones that Hana has been preaching since Day One. And the same ones that Olivia spewed at me that night at the Double Tappe. Maybe I should start listening to these people. Not to mention, the kids are upstairs. And Madeleine could walk in at any moment. I slide off his lap and rise to my feet. “I should probably go.” I make my way to the kitchen and start gathering my things. He stands to adjust himself, then follows me.

“I’m sorry if I took advantage of you.”

I roll my eyes. “Liam. You didn’t take advantage of me.”

“You’re my kids’ nanny. I’m only trying to protect you.”

I open my mouth to respond when the ding of the elevator cuts through the silence in the room, and Madeleine emerges. She notices me standing in the kitchen, hastily packing up my tote. “You’re still here?”

“Yeah, no thanks to you,” Liam snaps. “You could have called her. Or me.”

Madeleine shoots daggers at him. “I got held up in a meeting. I didn’t have my phone on me. And besides, you’re here to relieve her, so what’s the problem?”

“The problem is that you shirked your responsibilities. You’re supposed to be here to relieve Riley in the evening so she doesn’t have to stay here all night. They’re your kids, not hers.”

She laughs, although there is no humor in her voice. “What does she care? She’s getting paid regardless.”

“She doesn’t get paid to raise our kids for us. That’s our job,” he growls.

Needing to get away from this situation ASAP, I grab my tote bag and scurry out of the kitchen. “Uhh...I’m gonna head out. I’ll see you guys Monday morning.”

As they argue, I make my way to the elevator and scramble inside. Once the doors close, I text Mara and tell her to meet me downstairs. I reach up and touch my lips, still feeling them tingle from his kiss. Did we really just do that? What would have happened if he hadn’t stopped it? I can’t stop thinking about that kiss as the elevator takes me to the ground floor. His hands up my shirt, the taste of his lips, the scent of his cologne. The way his dick rubbed against my center as I straddled him. My body is desperate for release, and all I can think about is how much he clearly wanted it too.

I should have known that hormones + alcohol = bad things. Although it was nice that he was a gentleman and restrained himself, part of me is angry with him for working me up like that, just to shut it down. Hello, lady blue balls. My name is Riley. The elevator reaches the lobby and I’m greeted by the sight of Mara waiting for me. She follows me out to the waiting cab and holds the door as I get in. Once I’m in, she taps the hood of the car and it pulls away from the curb. As the cab rolls down the street, I lean my head back on the seat and inhale, my emotions alternating between anger and humiliation.

Shit is going to be really awkward come Monday.

#something domestic #trr au #trr fanfic #playchoices fanfic #riley brooks #liam rhys #nanny au #nazariolahela fanfic

[ladyfogg]

Cold is the Night - 10/20

Cold is the Night - 10/20

Fic Summary: You and Pat have known each other for years but this summer, everything will change. As the two of you start to grow close, your matching tempers threaten the foundation of your rocky friendship and prevent both of you from realizing your true feelings. Cold is the Night Masterpost. 

A/N: You guys have been so amazing, I am blown away by your messages and responses. I can’t believe how quickly this has taken off! I love this story and it makes me all warm and fuzzy that you guys seem to love it too.

Fic Song: Cold is the Night by The Oh Hellos. Fic playlist can be found here. 

Pairing: Pat Murray/Female Reader

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Language, Slow Burn, Eventual Smut, Multiple Chapters

Gif by @joemazzellos-blog

By some miracle, you didn't get fired. Mostly your boss wanted to make sure you were okay and to ask for the complete story so he could write up a report for the managers. Drunk Guy wasn’t allowed anywhere near the bar and he was determined to let the others know why. 

You were still furious with Vinnie and Pat. You had had the situation under control until they jumped in and made everything worse. 

Vinnie stepping in was understandable. He was your big brother and though you and he fought constantly, he would be damned if someone else tried anything. 

You were more bothered by Pat stepping in than you thought you would be. Part of it definitely had to do with possibly losing your job. But it was much more than that. At least it felt like it was. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it and you didn’t want to get into a discussion with Pat until you could fully explain your feelings. 

So, you did what you always do. You turned your phone off and gave yourself time to fume.

When you turned your phone on Monday morning, you had several missed calls and texts from him. But they didn’t keep coming, and you weren’t sure if you were happy or bummed about it. You distracted yourself with work and arranging your house. It helped. Somewhat. 

On the day of the game, you couldn't bring yourself to go. You wanted to, badly, but you were worried about getting into another fight with Pat. Or worse, seeing him and instantly forgiving him. You had done that in the past before and it always came back to bite you in the ass. 

"Nellie, it's all a fucking mess."

You were currently slumped over your kitchen table as Nellie cleaned the coffee mugs you two had just used. It was the day after the game and while you wanted to talk to Pat more than anything, you still couldn’t figure out your feelings.

"Yes, yes it is," Nellie said. "You want to know how to fix it?"

"Yes, please tell me."

"Fucking call him."

“You know I can’t do that. Not yet.”

“Why not?”

You sighed heavily and sat back in your chair. “Because I honestly don’t know what to tell him. Every time I think about it, my anxiety goes through the roof and my mind goes blank. Also, what if he doesn't want to hear from me?"

"He does."

"How do you know? I was pretty bitchy to him."

"He’s crazy about you, he’ll understand. Besides, he’s been more than bitchy to you on numerous occasions.”

You were torn. One part of you told you to hold strong to your feelings, another said to let them go and just forgive him. The latter part of you came from years of keeping your emotions bottled up and you were working on telling that part to fuck off. Your emotions were valid, no matter how confusing they were. 

“He's going to want to know why I reacted the way I did. How can I explain it?" you asked.

"Just be honest," Nellie said. "You were right to be pissed that he picked a fight at your job."

"It's more than that though," you said. "When he threw that punch, I just had a flashback of my ex doing the same thing."

"Pat's not your ex. And if he says it wasn't jealousy, then you should listen to him."

"My ex said the same thing too."

Nellie sighed your name. "Don't blame Pat for the past actions of someone else."

“That’s easier said than done. I can’t just undo years of emotional abuse.”

“And I’m not asking you to. No one is. But you can’t approach Pat like he’s your ex. He doesn’t deserve that. He’s his own person, this is a completely different situation. You have to try to remind yourself of that. I’m not saying to up and forgive him. I’m just telling you to talk it out.”

She was right. Pat had reacted instinctively. He had no idea what you had been through. How could he? You hadn't told him. 

But what if you did tell him and he didn't understand? What if he thought you were too much work and decided he wasn't up to dealing with your baggage? 

While talking it out seemed like the most logical step, anxiety didn’t play nice with logic. It took your worst fears and convinced you they were the truth, no matter how hard you tried to remind yourself they weren't. 

Just then, a knock came at the door. Confused, you went to answer it only to find a delivery woman holding a large bouquet of flowers. She said your name in confirmation before she handed them over.

"These are for you."

Stunned, you took the bouquet, your heart racing. “Um, I didn’t order any flowers.”

“Someone ordered them for you,” she smiled. “He was pretty insistent they be delivered today.”

He.

Pat.

It had to be. He was the only one to ever give you flowers. 

Burying your nose in the rose petals, you inhaled their scent with a smile. “I’m sure he was.”

“Where should I put the others?”

“The what now?”

Ten minutes later she left and you found yourself in the living room, every surface covered in various flower arrangements. They were a rainbow of colors, all bright and fresh as if they had just been cut that morning.

In the largest bouquet, you found a small card written in untidy handwriting. All it said was: I’m ready to talk when you are.

Nellie came in from the kitchen just as you set the card down. “Vinnie just called, he’s--holy shit! Who died? Oh my god, did one of us die?”

You laughed, face flushed. “No one died. They’re from Pat.”

Nellie gave you a smug smile and crossed her arms. “I told you he’s crazy about you.”

“Apparently so.”

She plucked a flower for herself, tucking it behind her ear. “I was going to ask if you wanted to come with Vinnie and me to dinner but I think you have a phone call to make.”

“Yes, yes I do.”

"What are you going to say?"

"I have no fucking idea."

Nellie left a short while later, but it still took you some time to work up the nerve to grab your phone. Even when you did, you quickly put it back down. You admired the flowers, realizing Pat must have ordered every arrangement they had. While it was overkill, it was incredibly sweet. And very Pat.

You glanced down at the sweatshirt you were wearing, the one he had left the day after your party. You had worn it every time you were home. At first it was because it smelled like him, even after you had washed it. Once that faded, you kept wearing it because it reminded you of him.

Finally, unable to stand it any longer, you took a deep breath, picked up the phone, and called him. 

It only rang once before he answered breathlessly. “Hello?”

Just the sound of his voice made your heart skip a beat. You swallowed thickly before answering. “Hey, Murray."

He paused, almost as if it took him a moment to register it was actually you on the other line. "You called."

"I just got your little presents.”

“Do you like them? I didn’t know what kind of flowers you liked so I just got them all.”

“Uh, yeah, I can see that.”

There was a beat of awkward silence before he spoke up. “I’m really glad you reached out,” he said, sounding relieved. “I thought you wouldn’t.”

“I’m sorry for ignoring you. I just...I needed to work some stuff out.”

“Are you home? Can I come over? I want to see you.”

“I want to see you too,” you said. “But, we shouldn’t right now. I still need some space.”

“Oh...okay. Of course. Whatever you need.” Pat sounded like he was trying to come across as understanding but you could tell he was hurting just as bad as you were.

It brought tears to your eyes and you squeezed them shut, trying to will them away. The last thing you wanted was to hurt him.

Hearing his voice was so much worse than you thought it would be. How had this happened? How had Pat Murray become so important to you that just hearing him made your heart try to leap out of your chest?

Pat said your name when you didn’t respond for a while. “Are you still there?”

“Yeah, yeah I’m here, sorry,” you said, clearing your throat. 

“We don’t need to talk right now if you aren’t up for it,” Pat said. “I don’t mind staying on the line. I’ve got nowhere else to be.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle. “You just want to sit in silence on the phone with me?” 

"Yes."

"Why?"

“Because at least I know you’re there.”

“Murray, why do you have to say such cute shit when I’m being emotional? How dare you?”

“I’m terribly sorry,” he teased. “Let me fix it.” He cleared his throat before speaking in a forced, nonchalant voice. “It’s whatever, babe. I mean, you can just call me later. It’s cool.”

“Ugh, never talk like that again. You sound like Barone."

Pat chuckled, speaking regularly. “Noted. I wanted to punch myself if that makes you feel better.”

“A little.”

Silence followed again, this time more comfortable than before. You absentmindedly played with one of the roses, thinking of how the softness of the petal reminded you of Pat’s lips. 

“For what it's worth, I really am sorry,” Pat said in a soft voice. “I didn’t mean to get you in trouble.”

“I know you didn’t, Pat. Besides, I didn’t actually get in trouble. So it’s okay.”

“No, not it’s not okay,” he said. “People are always telling me to get a grip on my anger and I don’t care if it affects me personally, but I care if my anger affects you.”

In that moment, you realized how incredibly different Pat was from anyone you had ever been with before. His consideration in the face of his own shitty behavior made you want to take stock of yourself and make sure you also owned up to your actions. 

“Thank you. It means a lot to me to hear you say that.”

“You’re welcome.”

More silence.

"So…" You didn't know what to say but you felt like you should say something. "How was the game?"

"Ugh, fucking miserable."

"I'm sorry. Did you guys lose?"

"No. We won."

"Then why was it miserable?"

Pat didn't answer right away. When he did, his voice was quiet. "I was distracted."

Well shit.

"I'm sorry, Pat. I didn't mean to…"

"Don't. It's not your fault," Pat interrupted, stopping you from blaming yourself. "If I was better at baseball I wouldn't get distracted so easily."

"Don't do that. Don't put yourself down. You know I hate when you do."

"I can't help it."

"Well try. For me."

"For you? Anything."

You smiled, hugging your knees to your chest. You happened to look at the clock and sighed when you caught sight of the time. “I need to get ready for work,” you said sadly. “I should probably hang up now.”

“Can we...are you comfortable texting me again? I miss talking to you.”

You almost said no, but you knew deep down it wasn’t what you wanted. You missed talking to him too much. “Yeah. We can text again.”

“Cool...great.” You could hear him smiling. “Have a good night at work.”

“I’ll try.”

When you hung up, you felt much better. There was still a lot you needed to figure out on your own, but knowing Pat would be there waiting made all the difference. 

#undrafted #pat murray #pat murray x reader #pat murray x you #joe mazzello

[coldphoenix]

Life Goes On

Author’s Note:-

A while back I was burned out from working on Regal and wanted a short thing to write before sleep. @friezadidnothingwrong suggested Gochi and I think they were hoping for something nice, but umm… I mean writing horrible depressing things is my jam XD So I’m not sure if this is what they had in mind? Probably not at all?? But anyway… it’s actually something I thought of a couple years ago, when I saw this song on @bluejettyy’s blog and remembered it existed. I got this fic idea back then but never got round to writing it, so… thank you Maurice for giving me the boost I needed :D Even if it was a few weeks ago now lol, I did most of it that night but never found the time to finish it. Anyway! It’s here now, hope you all like it. the song is You Were Meant For Me by Jewel.

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Beep. Beep. Beep. “Mm…” Goku groaned, awoken by the same screeching that had awoken him every morning for as long as he cared to remember. It wasn’t a patch on what used to make demands of him, but… at his age, he couldn’t be picky. “Alright, alright…” He extended his arm, and shut off the alarm. Then he prepared himself for the same struggle he faced every morning. Getting out of bed.

I hear the clock, it’s six A.M. I feel so far from where I’ve been I got my eggs, I got my pancakes too I got my maple syrup, everything but you

“Mmm…” Goku groaned in agony, pushing himself into a sitting position. He needed his meds… he needed them most in the morning. He reached for the bottle of pills and the full glass of water he kept beside his bed, right in front of Chichi’s picture. He took a couple, and looked at her while he waited for the pain to die down… “Mornin’, Chi.” He grunted. “I hope you have a good day up there.” He rubbed his eyes, still bothered by the pain in his back. It would go soon, the meds were good. Goku had no idea what they were called. He just got given them, by people who knew way more about medicine than him. He trusted them enough… never had a reason not to. They were nice to him, Gohan saw to that. Gohan got his old man the best medical care in the world… heh. Goku smiled slightly, thinking about it. He sure was lucky. A lucky old man. “Nnn…” He leaned forward slightly, onto his zimmerframe… truthfully, he hated using this thing. It made him feel so fucking weak… But, he needed it. In the mornings anyway, when the pain of his arthritis was at its worse. A couple of stretches would help him get rid of it. But even they were getting hard… it sure did suck getting old.

I break the yolks and make a smiley face I kinda like it in my brand new place

Goku made his way into the kitchen. Slowly, and not at all gracefully… but at least he could still walk. That was something. Something he was more grateful for than he ever thought he’d be. He let go of his frame, and made his way to the toaster. A few slices of bread, and a few more. His appetite had faded over the years, and the meds killed it a little… but he still managed to fill four toasters easily enough. He leaned on the counter, and stretched his back out as he waited. Damn, that hurt… but he had to do it. He had to keep up with some kind of routine. Once he’d eaten and was dressed for the day, he would try something a little more intense. Pop! The toast was ready. It was nothing compared to the breakfasts Chichi used to make, but it was food. Still… she would probably scold him for it. Goku chuckled to himself, and looked at her picture on the wall. There was one in every room, because he just knew she would want to watch him everywhere. “I don’t need much to keep me going these days.” He laughed, as if he were justifying his lack of eggs and bacon and all the stuff he used to eat in the morning… “Hana will get me somthin’ anyway, don’t worry.”

Wipe the spots off of the mirror Don’t leave my keys in the door I never put wet towels on the floor anymore ‘cause

“Aaa! Nnnn…” Goku snarled in pain, his eyes scrunched shut, grabbing his leg. He shouldn’t have done that. He’d got himself into the bath, and had decided to do a few stretches in the water. But he was all stiff and seized up – it was the meds! They dulled the pain in his back, but messed up just about everything else. He couldn’t feel properly, he couldn’t control his ki… And he couldn’t keep up with his routine like he used to, but not keeping up with it made it even harder to do anything… dammit. But Goku was stubborn. He needed to get back into shape. So he fought through the pain, and tried to stretch out again… Crack! “Fuck!” Goku snapped, his uncontrolled ki flaring slightly, causing the water to splash around him. Oh hell, he’d really done it now… he’d seized his back. He couldn’t get out. He tried to. He tried to pull himself up out of the bath, but pain pushed him back down. His aged, stiff limbs gave up on him no matter how much he told them not to. He was stuck… hell. Hell! “God dammit…” He growled, angry at himself. He would need Hana’s help… she’d be here soon, but… it was embarrassing! He hoped she wouldn’t mind…

Dreams last so long Even after you’re gone I know that you love me And soon you will see You were meant for me And I was meant for you

“Mr. Son?” A young, female voice rang through the house. Music to Goku’s ears! “Hana?” he called out. “Is that you?” Her voice sounded a little different…. but he put it down to him not hearing her properly. His ears weren’t what they used to be either. “I, uh…” He sighed, hesitating in embarrassment. “I… I need help.” “Are you okay?” No… that wasn’t her voice. Knock knock. “Mr. Son? My name is Sara. I’m Hana’s replacement.” Oh, Kami… no… No, not a new girl! “Do you need help getting out of the bath?” “Uh…” Goku stammered, flustered. “No, I…”

Click. The door opened, and a young girl stepped into the room, wearing Hana’s uniform. She purposefully wasn’t looking in his direction, to give him some privacy. As if it wouldn’t be embarrassing for him either way! “Are you stuck?” “No, I…” Goku uttered, his cheeks burning. Kami, it was their first meeting… he had everything out. It would have been embarrassing enough with Hana, but a new girl… “I’m fine, I – argh!” He let out a bark, as a sharp pain flooded through him, and his body fell back into the bath as soon as he attempted to pull it out. “Fuck!” He smacked his hand into the water, in anger at his own old, frail, weak frame. “God dammit!” “It’s okay!” The young girl insisted, rushing over to him. She kept her eyes on his, not looking anywhere indecent. “Don’t strain yourself. Here.” she took hold of him, allowing his weight to be somewhat supported by hers. “Can you manage? I can get a hoist –” “No no, that… that’s fine…” Goku inhaled, gritting his teeth through the pain as they pulled him up. He leaned on her, and he slowly got out of the bath, and back onto his Zimmer frame… and he exhaled, closing his eyes. “Th… thank you.” He uttered. “I’m sorry, I… God!” he tried to shift his weight to hide himself, if it wasn’t too late already. “It’s alright.” The young girl replied, placing a bath robe over his shoulders. “Do you need help getting dressed?” “No no, I’m fine, honestly.” Goku said. “Thank you – Sara, was it?” “Mm-hm.” She smiled. “That’s right.” “Okay, um… if you could just get me to the bedroom. I’ll… put some clothes on.” Goku laughed slightly, in embarrassment. “Sorry about this. I hope it hasn’t put you off.” “Oh, don’t worry.” Sara giggled, guiding him out of the room. “I’ve seen worse. Some of them do it on purpose.” “Oh!” Goku laughed. “I knew someone like that.” He sniggered, a smile forming on his face as he thought fondly of the old man. Roshi… … Great guy, to Goku. Taught him a lot. … But he was a dirty old pervert to the girls. “My old mentor. He uh… liked the ladies. They didn’t much care for him.” “Oh yeah?” Sara laughed. “Really?” “Well, he was a dirty old man. He was old when I knew him, even when I was a kid.” “He was old when you were a kid?” “Yep.” Goku nodded. “Like a grandpa. He died a couple of years ago.” “… Well…” Sara uttered. “If he was an old man when you were a kid… how did he only die a couple of years ago?” “Oh, he kept drinking from the Fountain of Youth. Kept him alive for decades.”

Goku looked at Sara, and smirked at the look of confusion upon the young girl’s face. Haha. Nobody ever believed him when he talked about his friends… It had made him realise he’d lived a weird sort of life. “He’s gone now, though. Got tired of it, I suppose. … You’re lucky you never met him, to be honest.” “Okay.” Sara giggled. She didn’t really understand what he was talking about, but there was nothing in his notes about dementia. Hana had mentioned that he had a few funny stories about his life… maybe he was just an odd sort of guy. Some of them were. But Hana had said he was nice, and Sara believed her. She looked at his bedroom door. “You sure you don’t need help?” “Nah, I’ll be okay.” Goku said, waving a hand. “Thank you, darlin’.” “Sure.”

I called my mamma, she was out for a walk Consoled a cup of coffee but it didn’t wanna talk So I picked up the paper, it was more bad news More hearts bein’ broken, more people being used

“So, uh… oh.” Goku smiled, when he saw Sara doing the dishes. His house was only small; he could see the kitchen from outside his bedroom door. The bedroom was on the ground floor now; Goku couldn’t manage the stairs. Which annoyed him so much… “Ah, you don’t have to do that. I got nothin’ else to do today.” “It’s fine.” Sara replied. “I brought you some breakfast, and… more meds? Have you taken your pills today?” “Yeah, when I woke up.” Goku let go of his frame a few feet away from his chair, and he started walking. Sara immediately rushed to help him, worried he might fall, but Goku waved her away. “I’m alright, honest. I need to use that thing less.” “Don’t strain yourself.” Sara sighed, folding her arms. “Hana told me you were difficult.” “Haha… sounds about right.” Goku grinned, sitting down. “So… how is she?” “Oh, she’s great – she got that job.” Sara smiled. “Did she tell you about it?” “Yah, she did!” Goku beamed, genuinely thrilled. It was a promotion, in another company, nearer to her home. Hana had her heart set on it… ah, Goku had been hoping she’d get it! “That’s great news, would you tell her I said so?” “Sure!” Sara nodded. “I think she’s coming to visit you at some point, maybe in a couple of weeks. They wanted her to start right away, otherwise she would have come herself –” “Nah, you don’t have to explain nothin’ to me.” Goku said, waving a hand. “I know how it is. When your dream job comes up, you gotta take it. Can’t be draggin’ your heels visiting old men.” “Yeah, that’s right.” Sara smiled. “I’m glad you understand. She really liked you.” “Well… I liked her.” Goku smiled back.

He watched as Sara went back into the kitchen, preparing a decent breakfast. It wouldn’t be a patch on Chichi’s, but… it was better than toast. “So… you’ve got your meds for now. I brought you lunch, you just need to microwave it. Do you want me to do anything while I’m here?” “No no, it’s fine.” Goku insisted. “Really.” “There’s laundry –” “Honestly, leave it.” Goku laughed. “I know you girls only get a short time. I’ve probably delayed you already, haven’t I?” He looked at her. “My son’s coming to visit me this afternoon. He can give me a hand if I need it.” “Okay.” Sara said, wheeling a dinner tray over to him. “Well… if you’re sure. What does your son do?” “He’s a scholar, actually.” Goku said, immediately tucking into his breakfast. “Got some high up job in the university – he’s real smart. Married as well, got a beautiful daughter… That’s my eldest.” “How many do you have?” “Two.” Goku answered. “Two boys.” “Really?” Sara smiled, looking around the room. There were a lot of family photos… Oh, that must be his eldest son? It was a young man, with a woman and a little girl. They looked like a nice family. “Is your other son married?” “Haha! No.” Goku sniggered. “I mean… he’s always with a girl. It’s never the same one.” Goku looked at her, and smirked. “I don’t even learn the names anymore.”

He laughed alongside Sara, and shook his head. “Nah, but… he’s a good kid. Always was. His mother brought them up well.” “Oh…” Sara moved her eyes to a photo, the oldest in the room. It was a married couple, the man looked at little like Goku… that must be him. “That’s your wife?” “Yep. Chichi.” Goku said, looking at the photo in fondness. “We fought through fire to get that dress. Had to travel the world looking for a giant fan.” “Uh-huh…” Sara uttered. Giant fan? That was one of those weird stories Hana had told her about… “How long were you married?” “Oh… God darlin’, don’t ask me that.” Goku laughed slightly, in embarrassment. He really couldn’t remember… “Not as long as I wanted, for sure. But… longer than she deserved.” “I’m sure that’s not true.” Sara replied. She gazed around the room, looking in fondness at all the family photos. They were all so lovely… he had a nice family. “She looks very happy.” “I hope she was.” Goku answered. “I was. I…” He hesitated slightly, remembering… … he felt… bad about it, to be honest. The kind of guy he’d been… “I put her through some stuff sometimes.” He mumbled. “But… she always forgave me. She was just… like that. Understanding.” “Mmm…”

There was a small awkwardness, while Sara thought of something else to say. Goku just laughed. She really didn’t have to. He was fine. He wasn’t sad. He liked talking about Chichi. He liked thinking about Chichi. It made him feel like she was still here… “You’re gonna be late for your next appointment if you keep fussing over me.” He grinned. “Oh – right!” Sara nodded. “Sorry.” “No no, stay as long as you want. I don’t mind.” Goku said. “But I know what it’s like, Hana told me… you have so many things to do, and not much time to do it. I’ll be okay, you go on.” “You’re sure you don’t want me to do anything?” Sara offered. “Save your son the job?” “Nah, it’ll give him somethin’ to do.” Goku sniggered. “He doesn’t come here for a vacation.” He listened to Sara giggled, and returned her smile. “Alright.” She said. “Well… it was good meeting you. Do you want me to take you anywhere?” “Nah, I’m fine here.” Goku said. Stuck in his old chair… he never thought he would end up like this. It was crazy… “Good to meet you too. Are you coming tonight?” “Yes.” Sara nodded. “I’ll see you tonight, Goku.”

Put on my coat in the pouring rain I saw a movie it just wasn’t the same ‘Cause it was happy or I was sad And it made me miss you oh so bad ‘cause

Goku sat there, restless as ever. He couldn’t stretch because of the pain. He tried, but his body just wasn’t working for him today. He took a couple of pills, and managed to get up off his chair. He took his dirty dishes into the kitchen, but he left them. He didn’t feel like doing them right now… “Sorry, Chi.” He smiled at her picture, and imagined her scolding him for leaving the house so untidy. The bed wasn’t made either… Sara would have done it if he’d asked, but… he didn’t liked to bother her. He’d never liked to bother Hana, but over time she’d become so comfortable around him she’d just told him to shut up and she’d gone and done it anyway. Haha… She was a nice girl. He was happy she got that job. That really made his day… But she wasn’t his girl. Not the one that used to do the dishes, or make the bed or make him food… And he missed that girl. Some days more than others. Today was… one of those more days. Maybe it was because Hana was gone; in the end she’d ended up fussing so much it was almost like Chichi was still here. And Goku would miss that. Like he missed her. … He wanted to hear her. He just had to… see how she was doing today. So he made his way over to the phone, and he called his friend.

Dreams last so long Even after you’re gone I know that you love me And soon you will see You were meant for me And I was meant for you

“Hello?” A smile came to Goku’s face at the sound of a familiar female voice. There she was… “Hey, Bulma.” Goku spoke, with uncertainty at first. He didn’t know how she would react… “Goku?” A wave of relief swept through him, and he grinned at the sound of her. It was her. She was here today, with Chichi. Just what he needed… “Yeah, it’s me.” Goku replied. “Is Chichi with you?” He had to prompt her… so the memory came to her. But once it was there, it was clear. “Yes – and Goku, she is not happy with you! And neither am I!” “Oh…” Goku laughed. He remembered this day… “Why?” “What are you – are you really that dense? You know why! What kind of man forgets his anniversary, after all this time! It’s the same date every goddamn year!” “Well – Bulma, I know our date! I just… didn’t realise what date it was today.” “Sigh. You are so dumb, I don’t know how she puts up with you sometimes.” “Yeah…” Goku smiled. “Me neither.” He tried to stick to the script. He tried to remember what he’d said at the time, because it helped her remember it as well. If he broke away… maybe she would get confused. “Well… is she coming home?” it was almost dinner time… “Oh come on, of course she is.” Bulma answered. “Just give her a chance to cool down, and get her some flowers or something. She’ll be fine. She still loves you.” “Heh.” Goku closed his eyes, and swallowed. God damn it… “I love her too.” He spoke.

That was it… he had to. He just… he had to ask. He knew he should keep quiet, and stick to the script, but… he had to know. Even if it wasn’t real, and he knew it wasn’t. But he just needed to… pretend. Just for a minute. He needed Bulma to help him now… “How is she doing, Bulma?” Goku spoke quietly, desperately forcing himself not to cry. He didn’t want to scare her. He didn’t want her to stop… “Is she happy up there?” “What?” “I mean…” He sniffed, and wiped his eyes. Crap… “Does she… does she know I love her too?” He hadn’t said that, had he? He hadn’t asked if Chichi knew… but he had to ask now. He just had to. “You gotta tell me.” “… Yeah, of… of course…” She started to sound confused. Oh, no… No, no no… “Bulma?” Goku spoke, the desperation in his voice seeping thorough, as much as he tried to hide it. He was scaring her… “It’s alright. It’s me. It’s Goku.” “Goku? I don’t know any Goku!” She sounded angry, like she was scaring off a pervert. Dammit! “Who the hell are you?” “It’s me! We’re friends –” “I’m not friends with some creep! How did you get this number? Dad!”

I go about my business, I’m doing fine Besides what would I say if I had you on the line? Same old story, not much to say Hearts are broken, every day

“Dad, there’s some creep on the line saying he’s my friend!” “It’s alright, it’s alright. Don’t worry, I’ll get rid of him.” Trunks’ voice followed hers, trying to calm her down while she got more upset. “It’s okay, Bulma!” “Who are you? Aii, get off me! Vegeta! Vegeta, help!” “Mom, come here! It’s okay, it’s okay…” Bra’s voice… “It’s okay, it’s just Trunks. He’s your son, I’m your daughter. My name is Bra.” “Would you take her back to her room? She shouldn’t be answering the phone.” “Yeah, I know that! Whoever it is, tell them not to call again – shh, shh! It’s okay, Mom. It’s okay. Come on, come with me.” “Hello?” Trunks’ voice came onto the phone; he sounded angry. “Who is this?” “Trunks?” Goku uttered. “I’m sorry, buddy. It’s me. I… I called your mom.”

Trunks didn’t say anything at first. Goku just heard him sigh, and he started to feel guilty. He shouldn’t have called… “Goku…” Trunks uttered. “I thought – I told you, it’s not a good idea to call her. It gets her all confused.” “I know…” Goku replied. “I’m sorry. I understand –” “No, you don’t.” Trunks interrupted. “Look – Goku, you can’t call her anymore, okay? You really can’t. She doesn’t understand who you are.” “… She understands sometimes.” Goku said. “She remembers me –” “Sometimes. And only for a little while.” Trunks spoke sternly. “It’s not enough, Goku. Can’t you see that? It’s getting her upset.” “Well yeah, I get what you’re saying, but… the little whiles are important, Trunks.” Goku closed his eyes as he spoke, trying his best not to let his lips quiver. He didn’t want Trunks to hear him cry. But he wanted Trunks to understand. “Y’know, when I talk to her… … Chichi’s still alive.” He swallowed. “Bulma, she… … she doesn’t remember us getting old. That… that’s enough for me.”

There was silence, for a while. While Trunks thought of what to say. He had to know that Goku’s heart was breaking here. He had to hear it in his voice. But… it didn’t matter much. The way Bulma was… Goku understood. He did. He really did. He just wished he didn’t… “I’m sorry, Goku.” Trunks sighed. “I really am, but… you can’t call her anymore. She gets too confused.” “… How about I come and see her? Gohan could give me a ride.” “I’m… not sure if that’s a good idea.” Trunks answered. “She really can’t have many visitors these days – sometimes she doesn’t even recognise us. Seeing people just upsets her, y’know? You understand what I’m saying…?” “… Yeah.” Goku nodded. “Sure.” He understood. He did. He wished he didn’t, but he did. Bulma was only herself sometimes, and when she wasn’t in the present she was in the past… and that was only good for Goku, nobody else. And a lot of the time she wasn’t anywhere at all. She was just confused, and scared a lot… … Goku hadn’t seen her in a long time. He would like to. Even if she wasn’t herself on the outside, he knew Bulma was still in there somewhere. But… it was hard on Trunks and Bra. And hard on Bulma, maybe. So Goku had to stay away. And that made him so damn sad… “I don’t think it’ll be too long… she doesn’t eat much these days.” Trunks began. Oh Kami, no… Goku wiped his eyes, and stiffened his lips. It would be soon, wouldn’t it…? Dammit… “When I’ve got a bit more time, I’ll come and see you. It’s just difficult right now, she needs constant care –” “It’s okay.” Goku said. “It’s alright, Trunks. I know… you gotta look after your ma.” He laughed. “She always looked after me.” “Me as well.” Trunks was smiling, Goku could tell. Trunks was remembering her… how she used to be. When people could still see her, and talk to her… Before she got sick. Before it got hard… and before she lost her husband. Goku was sort of grateful for that. Vegeta had got old, and died a few years ago… and Goku hadn’t been too pleased to see it. Vegeta had been a lot of things to him, but a friend was one of them. And it hadn’t been easy, losing a friend… but Goku was glad about it, now. He was glad it happened so long ago, before Bulma’s memory had started to fail. Vegeta never saw her like this… and for that Goku was grateful. At least he didn’t have to go through the pain of losing his wife. “Listen… I have to go Goku, I’m sorry. But I’ll come up and see you soon, okay? I’ll catch up with Goten. I’ll… keep you updated on Mom, but… it’s probably best you don’t call her anymore.” “Yeah…” Goku mumbled. “… Alright.”

I brush my teeth, I put the cap back on I know you hate it when I leave the light on I pick a book up and then I turn the sheets down. And then I take a deep breath and a good look around

Goku didn’t do much in the afternoon. He did as much exercise as his body would allow, but he had to abandon his routine not long after starting. Even with his afternoon meds, a lot of things were too much. He hated this. He hated getting old. He hated his weak, fragile body. He hated the pain he woke up to every day; he hated the pain he got when he moved. He hated that his meds didn’t even take it away, they just dulled it a little. Made it a little easier to deal with, but it wasn’t gone. It still stopped him training or walking or bathing himself. Gohan sent him nice girls to take care of him, and he was thankful for that, but he hated the fact that he needed them. He shouldn’t need them. He was… Son Fucking Goku! He was a god damn hero; he’d saved the world! They all did! Him, and Vegeta, and Krillin, and Yamcha and Master Roshi and Tien and Hercule… where were they all now? Gone. With one sickness or another, in one year or another. They all got old, they all died… and they’d all left Goku alone. … And maybe that was right. Hell, he’d done his fair share of selfishness. He’d shown up late or not at all, he’d passed on the opportunity to visit or call, just to see how his friends were doing… So many times he could have seen people, and he just… didn’t. And he wasn’t entirely sure why now. What had he been doing instead? Training. Trying to be better than the rest, better than he already was. … But where had it got him? All that training he’d done, all that power he’d had… where was it now? Goku couldn’t even stretch without his back breaking. He couldn’t power up, because the meds he took to manage the pain made him so damn drowsy he couldn’t control his ki. He was… just a ghost of what he was, and he had nothing to show for it. He should have more memories of his friends. He should have seen them more, while he still could. But, if he could go back… hehe. Goku chuckled slightly as he thought of it. He knew what he’d do. He’d do it all exactly the same. That’s how goddamn selfish he was. He’d train to break that limit, he’d take that impossible challenge, he’d have that sparring match with gods… because that was what he enjoyed. And his life now… that was the price he had to pay. And he was prepared to pay it, over and over again. It was just how things were.

Anyway… Goku shouldn’t grumble. Goten would be here any minute now; he was coming to visit. Goku was looking forward to it; he hadn’t seen Goten in a while. Not Gohan either, actually. Gohan was busy with work a lot, and Goten… busy with girls, Goku supposed. Hehe. Sort of like his father. It was kind of nice… even though he hadn’t been around for the first few years, Goten had still turned into his old man. How many times had Goten cancelled on him now? Or showed up late. Because he was with a girl, or trying to be with a girl. Goku wouldn’t have it any other way. In fact, he laughed when he thought about it. Even though it hurt to laugh, he sat in his chair and laughed anyway. “Good on ya, kid.” Goku chuckled to himself. Chase the girl, take the challenge… what else was life about? Whatever Goten did it was right, so long as he was enjoying himself. Goku sure hoped he was…

Click. The door opened, and Goku heard footsteps, followed by a frantic voice. “Hi Dad!” It wasn’t Goten’s… but Gohan’s. Huh. Goten didn’t make it after all… “Goten couldn’t make it today – did he call?” “No…” Goku answered. He heard Gohan sigh, and he saw the younger man enter the room. “I told him to call you.” Gohan huffed. “Oh, uh… well, the phone might be broken.” Goku reasoned. “No – look, you didn’t put it back right!” Gohan adjusted the phone, which Goku had accidentally left slightly off the hook. So Goten couldn’t have gotten through even if he’d tried. “Is your cell on?” “Ah, I dropped it in the bedroom.” Goku said. “I don’t need it. It’s probably on silent anyway.” “You do need it.” Gohan scolded. “What if you need to call us? Or if we need to get a hold of you?” “Sorry, Gohan…” Goku uttered, feeling slightly guilty. Gohan seemed worried… worried, and stressed. He’d walked in with a briefcase, which he’d hurriedly set down on the sofa. It was probably crammed with work Gohan had to do… he shouldn’t be wasting his time on his old man. “It’s alright.” Gohan sighed, running a hand through his hair. “To be honest, I don’t see why he couldn’t just come - - anyway!” He quickly dismissed the thought, realising it might make Goku feel bad. He didn’t want Goku to feel like Goten didn’t care – because he did care! He was just… easily distracted. But Goku understood that. Gohan didn’t realise he understood, but he did. “Did you eat lunch?” “I managed something.” Goku answered. “Don’t go making me anything, Gohan. I got Sara coming tonight.” “Oh, what did you think of her?” Gohan asked, making his way into the kitchen. “I know you were fond of Hana…” “Yeah, but she really wanted that job.” Goku smiled. “I’m glad she got it.” “Yeah… me too.” The sound of the kettle boiling. “You want a drink, Dad?” “Nah, I’m good.” “You take your meds today?” “Yep.” Goku smirked slightly. Fussing, just like his mother… Goku and Chichi had raised Goku and Chichi. Soon came the sound of the sink and cupboards, things being cleaned and tidied and organised… he’d only come round to check on Goku and have a drink, and now he was cleaning the house. “Alright, well… listen, do you mind if I do a little work here? I’ll be with you right away, I just need to… I’m sorry, Dad –” “It’s fine!” Goku insisted, waving a hand. “You didn’t even have to come, you know. You don’t have to fill in for your brother.” “Oh, it’s not like that! I wanted to see you anyway!” Gohan insisted, as politely as ever as he walked back into the room. He set his tea down, and opened his briefcase and began rustling through his things. “I just got this put on me last minute, that’s all. It won’t take me a moment.” “Gohan, it’s alright. I’m in no hurry.” Goku spoke. “I’m kind of tired anyway.” “Your meds…?” “Yeah.” “I can give the doctor a call, maybe they can prescribe something better –” “Heh. Nah Gohan, it’s okay.” Goku sniggered. “There’s no pill for old age.” “… I guess not.” Gohan answered quietly, suddenly distracted. He started to look worried… “… Shit.” He spoke. “I could have sworn…” “Lost somethin’?” “A document… I thought I brought - - I must have left it in the office.” Gohan ran his hands through his hair, growing more panicked by the second. He really needed that document, Goku could see. But he didn’t want to abandon his dad. He was a good kid… “Go and get it.” Goku smiled. “Go on. You got all this work to do – you shouldn’t be wasting your time with me. Don’t worry about me.” “It’s not a waste!” Gohan insisted. He looked at Goku. “Dad –” “Gohan, it’s okay!” Goku laughed. “Really, kid. It’s fine. You don’t have to be here, if you got other things to do. It doesn’t mean you boys don’t love me, it just…” He looked at Gohan, and offered a sincere smile. “Just means I’m not the only important thing in your life.”

Gohan’s face softened, and his shoulders relaxed. He knew what his father meant. He was sort of talking about himself. How he’d been… … He’d loved his family, he really had. Gohan knew that. But… he’d loved other things as well. And sometimes those things got more attention. … And now here Gohan and Goten were doing the exact same thing. It wasn’t right, was it? Gohan felt bad. But… he really did have to go. He had to get this work done. And he was grateful to his father for understanding. “… Thank you.” Gohan sighed. He made his way over, and carefully gave Goku a hug. He didn’t hold him too hard, aware of how fragile Goku’s body could be these days. To think those arms had carried Gohan off to bed, or pulled him from a waterfall or… near enough beaten the crap out of him in training. Now… Goku couldn’t hold Gohan on his shoulders anymore. He couldn’t carry him anywhere, probably couldn’t even beat him in an arm wrestle. It was strange, and cruel… but it was life. “I’ll come by tomorrow morning.” “You don’t have to –” “I want to.” Gohan insisted. “I’ll bring Goten as well.” “Alright.” Goku patted Gohan’s back, squeezing him as much as he could. “I’ll look forward to it.”

Put on my pj’s and hop into bed I’m half alive but I feel mostly dead I try and tell myself it’ll all be alright I just shouldn’t think anymore tonight ‘cause

Well… what to do now? He had another couple of hours to kill before Sara came back. Goku strained himself to get up, and make his way over to the phone, just to see if he had any messages. He just had the one. “Hey Dad, it’s me. Ummmm… sorry, I’m not gonna be able to come today – but maybe tomorrow? I’ll come with Gohan, I hope that’s okay. Sorry to let you down, I’ll make it up to you! See ya tomorrow. Behave yourself!” Hehe… Goten. Goku chuckled, a genuine smile coming across his face. Behave himself? It wasn’t like he could do much else! He would just sit in his chair, watch TV… sit in his chair some more. Eat. … And that was his life.

Dreams last so long Even after you’re gone I know that you love me And soon you will see You were meant for me And I was meant for you

Seeing Sara had been nice. She’d come again at dinnertime, to make sure Goku was fed. She’d done the dishes and cleaned the house. He’d told her not to bother, but she’d insisted, reminding him it was what she was paid for. Well… that was true. He didn’t make much mess anyway; it wasn’t too much work for her. She’d stayed for a while though, talking to him. He was her last client of the day, and she said she didn’t have to rush home… honestly, Goku thought she probably felt sorry for him. He’d mentioned about Goten cancelling. He hadn’t meant to make her feel bad, but… she’d probably stayed because of it. He was fine though, he’d told her. He would see Goten tomorrow, and he believed he would. Goten was pretty good at turning up to the second meetings. So… that was something to look forward to. Now, though… off to bed. Goku slowly and steadily made his way into his bedroom, turning the lights off as he passed them. He got himself dressed, slowly and steadily. Very slowly. The pain was still strong. He’d had meds with his dinner, but he took a couple more. Just a couple. He wasn’t supposed to, but to hell with it. He’d done it before. At least his useless body could still handle the drugs. Sometimes he thought about taking more than he should; more than he could handle… enough to… make him leave. But… that wouldn’t be fair. All he’d done his whole life was leave. Not forever, and sometimes not for long at all. But… his days of going were gone. Now, he had to stay. Even if he didn’t always like it. He owed it to his family at least, and to Hana, and Sara… they would all be upset if he decided to call it quits now.

So he finished getting dressed, in slow motion and frustrated, and he lay down in his bed, and he said goodnight to the picture of Chichi beside him… and he hoped that he could at least dream about her.

Yeah, you were meant for me And I was meant for you

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13,14,15, 29, 30, and 37?? Sorry I kinda gave you a lot whoops 😬

A/N: Hey you’re good @hamilton-a-quotes-blog !! Thank you so much for the ask!! I had so much fun answering your questions!!! I love it when I get to talk to people! :) Thank you again for sending the ask!! Here we go...

13 = how do you deal with writer’s block?

Uh....

How do I put this??

Whenever I’m working on the ham fic’s (they’re coming I swear!!), I try to just sit down and type (or write). I outline, I write down how I want to the story to go. I get stuck on a scene? I do research or start on another project.

The important thing I’ve learned is this: keep going. Do it. Don’t sit and wait for a perfect stormy day. If you find yourself wanting to write a story, write it. Put it away and just get started.

You have to want to write and to do it. And if you come across a mental block, well do what helps you. Know everything about yourself first. You are the one in charge of your destiny. (God I sound like a Nike ad, moving on...)

Hope this helps!!

(Another way is to tell yourself writers block is made up, you’re a good writer. Just writing that is itching at me to write now.)

14 = What’s the most research you ever put into a book?

Right now!! I’m writing a book about magic!, romance!, drama!, war!, and more. I’m mostly researching how people come up with myths and importantly, religions with multiple gods. I also recently went to Greece so I got to learn how myths were developed in certain regions.

Additionally, I’m also doing research on how politics worked when there was the divine right of kings and queens. In addition to how societies today primarily rely on democracies and such. It’s fascinating (if not terrifying) to read about it. And more, I’m learning about unions and how they worked. I’m also trying to learn how some countries were able to trick their people so long (hint hint: good weather & good economic times).

I also need to do figure out how I want magic to work in the world. So far, I have a couple ways on how people use magic. I’m trying to add in a way so people who weren’t born into magic can learn and become proficient.. the question is how? It’s a long process. Though I think I found the solution... we’ll see...

I’m also always looking ways to improve my writing. I have okay grammar and spelling so I’m looking for ways to make sure my story makes sense to my readers.

If you guys have any inputs or could recommend me any books in the areas I mentioned, please DM me!! I would be happy to have your assistance!! And if you want to hear about it, let me know! I love talking about it!!

15 = Where does your inspiration come from?

EVeRYwhERE.

No I’m kidding.

I would say....my followers, reading, playing RPG, knowing the rules for improvisation, journaling, doing new things and more. I also get inspiration from watching things that scare me, talking to people, going out of my confort zone and there’s more. There’s nothing definitive that works, for creativity.

I am a firm believer that information available to everyone could make a huge difference. I think a lot of us have more talents than older generations realize. I’m able to learn how to speak French, draw, interact with people across different countries and backgrounds. So for now I’ll say information is the way for creativity. (At least for me)

29 = Who do you write for?

SIGH.

I stared at this question for a long time. This is kinda painful, so be warned:

I lost someone very very close to me over a year ago. Their hole will never ever be filled. It’s aching and it eats at me more than I care to admit. But the thing is, they told me stories of unlikely heroes, people who shouldn’t have had the opportunity to make change did and such. They were a firm believer in kindness, creativity and education.

They made me the person you (hopefully) see behind the screen. They encouraged my dreams and told me that through hard work and persistence, I’ll make it. I’ll become an unlikely hero. I just need to work to get to that point.

So I write for them. I want them to know that if my story ever gets published it’s because they told me: ‘tell stories. Keep going. You can do it. I believe in you.’ I will tell the stories that deserve to get heard. I will hopefully encourage people to take what I give out and create their own stories.

And I will tell everyone who inspired me. The person who told me to keeping going when everyone told me to give up. The person who lifted me off my feet. I miss them so much. But wishing and missing won’t get them back. The only thing I can do is take their lessons and share it. To use their words in times of struggle to give the motivation. So when I complete my story, I will feel their smile in my heart.

The hole that they left, will at least, feel proud.

30 = Favorite line you’ve ever written.

Oh man. You guys are good. Let’s try this:

‘I may fail, but I will do it anyway. Nothing can stop from doing it. It’s not enough to try, because any fool can try. I will not become another bystander. How am I to grow if I just accept this? I am neither a fool or a bystander, I am myself first.’

I wrote this a few days ago. The MC in my book is making a point that she (or they) will not accept the options presented.

In my fan-fiction that I’m writing:

He could hear the glass shattering and the number of shots that sang through the air was making him go numb. What kept him sharp was the fact Alexander was holding his hand behind the counter, panting. John could feel the tattle take of his heart beating so fast, his ears were full of his blood pumping through his veins. It was a moment before he realized someone was talking to him. Or at least now, yelling.

37 = Most inspirational quote you’ve ever read or heard that’s still important to you.

There are a couple of quotes I live by:

“You will continue to suffer if you have an emotional reaction to everything that is said to you. True power is sitting back and observing everything with logic. If words control you that means everyone else can control you. Breathe and allow things to pass.” - Bruce Lee

“Ignore the fools. They are not worth wasting your energy on. Focus on those who can be persuaded. Because when it’s all said and done, the fools will live better. And their children will be the ones to tell them wrong instead.” - the person who I miss

“Any fool can criticize, condemn, and complain but it takes character and self control to be understanding and forgiving.” - Dale Carnegie

“I consider my ability to arouse enthusiasm amount men the greatest asset I posses. The way to develop the best that is in a man by appreciation and encouragement.” - Charles M. Schwab

“Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius and it’s better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring.” - Marilyn Monroe

“I believe in you.” - Lin Manuel Miranda

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A Dangerous Game

A Dangerous Game- Crowley x Reader

This was requested by @vera-davvero with the prompt: CAN'T STAND THE THOUGHT OF LOOSING YOU

She requested a Crowley story so...this one is a Crowley x Winchester! Reader

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You remembered the first time he whispered the pet name in your ear “Well Hello, Kitten” in that smarmy British accent. You had been so heart broken when you thought Castiel had burned his bones. You hadn’t admitted to it. God just imagining Dean’s reaction had you squeamish. Your eldest brother was annoyingly over protective. Sam was understandably over protective as a big brother but Dean took it to the next level.” Sam knew you liked the attention Crowley gave you. While he was an ass to your brothers he was absolutely accommodating to you. All you had to do was ask. Sure, he pretended to put up a fight but all you had to do was bat your long eyelashes and he couldn’t say no. Dean pretended he didn’t notice.

You weren’t usually attracted to older men...not that much older than you. And it was just Crowley’s vessel. He was obviously eons older than that body. Not that you minded. There was something charming about him. Not that you could even act on it. It was like you had the Devil and an Angel on each shoulder. Castiel had taken equal interest in you. The Angel was clearly the better choice. He was someone Dean might actually approve of, but there was something about a bad boy that you couldn’t turn from. You were playing a dangerous game, but you couldn’t help yourself.

“Yoooo hooooo” Dean waved his hand in front of your face to get your attention. “Where’d you just go to Bug?” You had a love/hate relationship with the pet name he had for you.

“No place. Just daydreaming.” Dean wiggled his eyebrows at you.

“About what....or should I say who?” You rolled your eyes at him.

“Are you 12?” He gave you his best Dennis the Menace grin and you pushed him away by his face.

“Can you two stop? We have a pretty nasty demon 6 hours south of here.” Sam spoke up, irritated with the two of you messing around.

“Do you want me to ask Crowley to call them off?” You gave same a questioning look.

“Nah, we can take care of this one ourselves. No need to take advantage of his favor of you for something we can do. Let’s save that for the big stuff.”

“What do you mean his favor of her?” Dean narrowed his eyes at you. You shrugged.

“He’s nicer to me than you guys. That’s all.” Sam raised his eyebrows but it seemed to appease Dean.

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A day and a half later you were regretting not calling on the King or Hell. The demon had gotten the jump on you and taken the baby Winchester mostly to mess with Dean. It was well known his high regard for you and that there weren’t any lengths he’d go through to protect you. You had stayed with him when Sammy had gone to Stanford. You didn’t begrudge Sam. You wanted him to have everything he ever wanted, but it led to you and Dean getting really close too. People tried to use that against him. They underestimated you.

This demon, however, did not. You were strung up by your arms, close to what felt like death. The demon had ripped the back of your shirt open and had placed 50 painful lashings on your bare flesh. You didn’t cry. You just asked them “is that all you got?” Which the bitch replied “I’m saving the fun stuff for when big brothers get here”. You internally cringed not knowing how much more you could actually take. You were gagged so you couldn’t call for Castiel. And there was no way you could do a summoning spell for Crowley. Was he allowing this to happen? Did he know? You felt tears fall down your face. You were so close to death and all you could think about was Crowley.

You heard fighting in the distance. Dean and Sam broke down the door and saw you hanging there. Sam thought he was going to be sick. You tried to scream to them so they would see the demon coming from behind but it was no use. You cried as you watched your brothers get the fiercest beating you’d seen in a long time.

All of the sudden you saw the Demon light up. Castiel must have show up and stabbed them from behind with an angel blade. Your eyes widened in shock when you saw Crowley standing smugly as the demon fell. “What a pity...she certainly was talented. I guess that only gets you so far if you can’t take direction.”

Sam stumbled over to you and cut you down, holding you so your cut shirt didn’t fall off. “Please Sammy....please just let me die. This pain...I can’t.” You were sobbing and traumatized.

“Oh Kitten, don’t be so dramatic.” Crowley came over and touched your shoulder healing the wounds on your back and putting your shirt on one piece again. It was a shame he couldn’t fix the psychological scars.

“You killed one of your most demented demons...for going after me? Why?” You knew Crowley liked you, but you didn’t think it went that far.

“Well I guess I just can’t stand the thought of loosing you kitten.” And then he was gone.

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“I’m only going to ask you this once Y/N, is there something going on between you and Crowley?!” Dean demanded after the silence in the Impala was almost deafening. “I mean what is with the two of you. First Ruby and now Crowley?!” Sam had you sit in the front with Dean so you’d be more comfortable and you saw him visibly wince at the mention of Ruby’s name.

“Seriously? Nothing is going on between me and Crowley. And leave Sammy out of this! We are far beyond Ruby.” You glared at Dean.

“Okay then what is with his little pet name for you? Or what he said about loosing you? And don’t act like you don’t flirt back. I’ve seen it!”

“Dean...he has pet names for you and Sam” you argued.

“Yeah Moose and Squirrel. And the way he says Kitten when he calls you that.” Dean shuddered.

“Okay I can’t control they so stop giving me shit for it. I only flirt with him when we need him to do something.” Well that was a lie but whatever, Dean didn’t need to know that.

“Well then that stops. We are not pimping out our sister to The King of Hell for favors!” Dean yelled.

“Why are you so gross?” You had a look of pure disgust on your face. Dean shrugged.

“I’m just saying knock that shit off or I’ll lock you in your bedroom.

“You’re obnoxious.” You crossed your arms in front of you. “Am I allowed to still flirt with Cass?” You grinned at Sam as Dean swerved his prized Baby.

“WHAT?! NO!”

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“You rang Kitten?” Crowley stood in your room in the bunker after you did the summoning spell.

“Shhhh! I don’t want you to wake up Dean!”

“Hmmm big brother wouldn’t be a fan of you being alone in your room with me?” Crowley teased stepping near you.

“I mean it! Look I just wanted to thank you for saving me and healing me. You didn’t have to do that.”

“Well of course Kitten. Can’t have my favorite human dead” you sighed and ran your fingers through your hair. “What’s wring darling? You seem distressed”

“I just- look. I know there’s something here, between us. And I know I use it to gain favor with you. But it can’t go any further. It has to stop.”

“I see.” Crowley hid any emotion he was feeling.

“I can’t do that to Dean. I know it’s my choice what I do. And for whatever reason I DO feel something for you. But I shouldn’t. And normally I don’t let my brothers make decisions for me, but this? This would kill him. And I can’t do that. Dean has taken care of me and sacrificed himself for me on more than one occasion. He’s everything. Even when I had nothing I still had Dean. I’m sorry.”

“There, there my darling, it’s alright. You don’t have to be sorry. I know all of this. And I know that my favor for you can never go past that. I’m fine knowing you are well and safe. But don’t think I’m not going to use you to get under big brother’s skin.” He leaned in and pressed a searing kiss to your lips. “I had to do that, just once. I think you’re much better suited for that angel. You’d turn me into someone worthy of you. Can’t have that now, can we?” And then he was gone. She felt her heart drop. If only she could turn him into something good. But you can’t force a man to change and there was no way Crowley would give up being the King of Hell for her.

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Fabulous Olicity Fanfic Friday - June 28th, 2019

Happy Friday! So this is my attempt to both thank awesome fanfic writers for their amazing work and offer my recommendations to anyone who is interested. Here are the fantastic fanfic stories I read this week! They are posted in the order I read them. This and all previous Fabulous Olicity Fanfic posts can be found on my blog. There are many great stories out there that I did not read - such as anything from S7, you should check those out too!

C: \Users\Flo>start “Worst Case Scenario”_ multi-chapter Complete by @steelrigged-blog - Oliver is kidnapped. In order to save him, Felicity offers herself in trade. It's his worst case scenario. Or at least it feels like it. The more Oliver works to unravel the problem and get his girl back, the more he realizes that nothing is as it seems... https://archiveofourown.org/works/11304465/chapters/25295535

Nuts About You by @laxit21 - Oliver and Felicity get into a surprising competition at the store. There’s a lot of puns involved. I’m not even sorry. https://laxit21.tumblr.com/post/185753484015/nuts-about-you

Love By Contradiction multi-chapter WIP by @pimsiepim - When Felicity meets Oliver, it’s anything but romantic. Taking her best friend’s spot at a speed-dating event wasn’t exactly how she had pictured spending her Friday night. Meeting said best friend’s soulmate? Even less expected. And even though Felicity never really believed in that silly prediction a fortune teller made ten years ago, the occasion is just too good to pass up. Alena is stuck in a toxic relationship and maybe what she needs to finally get over her ex… is to get underneath someone else. Mission “Get-Alena-And-Oliver-Together” is on the way, and Felicity will stop at nothing to make sure her best friend gets her happily ever after. Nothing. Not even Alena’s lack of interest, or Oliver’s weird tendency to ask Felicity out on fake dates. The plan is perfect, the execution flawless... except for one small detail: it’s not Alena who’s starting to fall for the guy... https://archiveofourown.org/works/18550876/chapters/43969807

The Wedding Garter by @cruzrogue - Oliver and Felicity's wedding day https://archiveofourown.org/works/12222552

Revving It Up by @crazycrystal10 - Mr. Queen comes across a surprising fact about his fiancee, Ms. Smoak. https://archiveofourown.org/works/12226128

The Pull by @theirinrutherfords  prompt: gravity - Oliver can’t stop the gravitational pull he feels towards Felicity. He doesn’t want to. Or five times Oliver wanted to marry Felicity. https://archiveofourown.org/works/11034534/chapters/27781116

The Way Back Home multi-chapter WIP by @it-was-a-red-heeler - When Moira Queen agreed to pay the ransom money to get her beautiful boy back she was told to keep silent and wait for instructions. She’s heard nothing for a week. Meanwhile, halfway across the country Felicity Smoak meets a homeless man with beautiful blue eyes. And no memories. https://archiveofourown.org/works/18647716/chapters/44221912

Will Fate Allow? multi-chapter WIP by @mindramblingsfics - Seeing her parent's marriage dissolve at a young age made Felicity yearn for a healthy marriage of her own. She thought she'd finally found what she was looking for when Billy Malone showed up offering her what her heart desired. She thought she was happy and had everything she could want, but things began to unravel. Slowly she turned to someone who had become an unparalleled constant in her life...Oliver Queen. Oliver and Felicity are the definition of polar opposites. He is the mob boss that strikes fear in the hearts many, while she is seen as the sweet girl next door, but there is more to both of them underneath the surface. Along the way, they become connected to one another leading to their lives being intertwined forever. https://archiveofourown.org/works/16521596/chapters/38699951

Ride or Die multi-chapter Complete by @someonesaidcake - They say that life is a series of events that we can neither predict nor control.... And then there is him. He’s a bit of an enigma. ~*~*~*~ Young CEO Felicity Smoak is just trying to make her mark on the world, yes she's a little high strung and stressed, but it was what is was... until he came along. With eyes a girl could lose herself in and shoulder-tapping hair made for hanging on to Oliver Queen was reckless and carefree. Also, he rode a bike. He was everything she wasn't and he was a sucker for those sinful red lips and everything that came with them. https://archiveofourown.org/works/11800128/chapters/26616567

When Did It All Go Wrong multi-chapter WIP by @wrldtravler - After a mission with A.R.G.U.S. goes south, agent Oliver Queen learns something he shouldn't about Director Amanda Waller. Sent on the run when A.R.G.U.S. turns against him, he’s forced to seek out the one person that never wanted to see him again but whom he trusts with his life: his ex, Felicity Smoak. Putting their past behind them, the estranged pair come together along with John Diggle and Lyla Michaels to stop the looming threat. However, the past never stays buried for long. With their renewed connection comes great strength. But where there is strength, there is also great weakness – one that may cost them everything they worked to prevent. https://archiveofourown.org/works/19019845/chapters/45169432

Helplessly Wrecked multi-chapter WIP by @cruzrogue - A very smart, passionate, woman. Worked to get her dual masters from MIT, it may have taken longer being a mother of triplets but at least she has her mother’s support. Oliver Queen still has a yacht incident and was marooned for shorter time frame on a real deserted island. He never flunked out of his Ivy League schooling and is a very sought-after bachelor. His relationships never last more than half a year and is known to throw himself into his work. His motto ‘work hard play harder’. https://archiveofourown.org/works/19194103/chapters/45628978

Time for a Story multi-chapter WIP by @smkkbert - This fic shows Olicity and their life as a (married) couple with family. Although Olicity (and their kids) are the protagonists, other characters of Arrow and Flash make appearances. YOU NEED THIS STORY IN YOUR LIFE. https://archiveofourown.org/works/3912157/chapters/8757172

seemingly impossible (but not untrue) multi-chapter WIP by @alexiablackbriar13 - Young genius historian Dr Felicity Smoak unknowingly and accidentally calls up a bewitched alchemical manuscript within the Oxford Bodleian Libraries - a book that has been lost for centuries. Descended from an old and distinguished line of witches, Felicity wants nothing to do with magic, despite her unruly and powerful abilities. But her discovery of Ashmole 782 sets the world of creatures stirring; with a mystery afoot and new, dangerous magical abilities manifesting for her to navigate, she is approached by the enigmatic vampire biochemist Professor Oliver Queen, who seems to have a deep interest in both the manuscript… and her. Based on A Discovery of Witches by Deborah Harkness. https://archiveofourown.org/works/16224353/chapters/37923743  

Summer Lovin' by @theirinrutherfords - A look into Oliver and Felicity's road trip and one of the first few times they're intimate with each other. https://archiveofourown.org/works/19338097

Lights Will Guide You Home multi-chapter WIP by behindblueyes72 - Warning "Lights Will Guide You Home" will be an intense story that will take you to some emotional places. It will be one hell of a ride but our Olicity will land in a beautiful loving spot. https://archiveofourown.org/works/19209877

Providence multi-chapter WIP by @so-caffeinated - Will Queen has struggled in silence in the year since he was shot. But when a shadowy crime lord known as Domino targets the only woman Will’s ever truly loved, fate forces him to confront his demons in ways he never could have imagined… Whether he wants to or not. Amelia Prescott has fought to take control of her life since learning two years ago that her personal and professional worlds were manipulated by others. But nothing can prepare her for just how hard she'll have to fight to set her own course, especially when her heart belongs to a damaged man and a crime lord threatens her every professional move... And her life. Destiny brings them together, but as chaos reigns and personal demons haunt Will and Amelia both, it may also threaten to tear them apart. https://archiveofourown.org/works/17919056/chapters/42308753

If I Tremble multi-chapter WIP by @smoaking-greenarrow - A collection of prompts and ficlets, with all the smut! Olicity sexy times are the best times. https://archiveofourown.org/works/15409122/chapters/35762643

Mother and Daughter multi-chapter WIP by @geneshaven - This story takes place about a month after the end of season four of Arrow. Part 1: https://geneshaven.tumblr.com/post/185514424509/mother-and-daughter Part 2: https://geneshaven.tumblr.com/post/185838451529/mother-and-daughter

Mothers Know Best multi-chapter WIP by @smkkbert - Since they have been kids, they have been best friends. Since they have been friends, their mothers wanted them to be together. After coming back from the east coast, Felicity takes over a position at Queen Consolidated, the company her best friend will soon take over from his father. Their mothers still jjpush for them to be together, and they seem closer to that goal than ever because wedding bells are ringing. The only problem is that they both plan to get married to someone else. https://archiveofourown.org/works/18921118/chapters/44918146

Miami Heat by @dmichellewrites - Oliver and Felicity have a rousing one night stand, and after six long months, they cross paths again at a Waffle House in Miami. Summer isn't the only thing heating up their long awaited reunion. Will they become more than friends with benefits? https://archiveofourown.org/works/19372870?view_adult=true

Worse Fears Realized by @the-shy-and-anxious-fangirl - When Felicity doesn't answer her phone after already being gone from the Foundry for over an hour, Oliver is sure that something has happened to her. Soon after, Dig receives news from an ARGUS agent that confirms that Oliver's worst fears have been realized- Felicity's apartment has been ransacked, and both she and her mother are missing. Oliver isn't sure he can survive the waiting game that follows. https://archiveofourown.org/works/19373998

Kerosene and Desire multi-chapter WIP by @smoaking-greenarrow - An Olicity Notebook AU with a darker twist. https://archiveofourown.org/works/18082427/chapters/42741014

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Greed: Going 'Round - Talos x Reader Drabble (Captain Marvel)

Author’s Note: Requested by @my-little-fandom-corner... Which I just... I know I always say it but... I’m truly honoured and humbled by getting a request from my writing idol... My gosh...! Uh... I’m not sure this is even close to what you expected, but I hope you enjoy it anyway! 🙊❤🙈 ALSO - I’m sorry it took so long your blog name has literally changed three times since you requested it!!!!!!! Thanks Jordan Davis for saving my ass with this one - The power of shuffled music and lyrics can truly never be overstated... 

Disclaimer: AU. Marvel Universe characters not mine

Premise: With S.H.I.E.L.D (apparently) tailing every move you make, it isn't long before a fight with your boyfriend leads to something potentially far more dangerous... Or exciting. ...So, I went for Greed(y) = Possessive and kinda decided that’s how I was going to roll...  Okay. I don’t know what it is about him... But for some reason no matter what the situation is I always make Talos the voice of reason. And I’m living for that decision, this man knows his stuff!

Words: 2957

Warnings: It’s more of a Pre-Amble than it is sex tbh... / abusive relationship connotations (#NotOurBoi) / swearing

I still got your number and I wonder What you're doing tonight I heard you were hurting but he wasn't worth it Well I could've told you he wasn't right Well some buddies of mine They said you had a big fight in town You ran off crying At least that's what's going 'round Know how those rumors fly Sometimes they're all a lie Burn up before they hit the ground But right now there going 'round I don't wanna move in too soon I know your heartbreak is brand new If I never would've let you down This probably wouldn't be going 'round It might've been time And it might've been my bad But I wanna try again A second chance If you are in I'd be in...

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noun

intense and selfish desire for something, especially wealth, power, or food.

Safe to say, you were not in a good place. SLAM-! Apartment door. SLAM-! Kitchen cupboard. SLAM-! Bedroom door. F**K! Now you’d forgotten something. SLAM-! Bathroom door. Why didn’t this surprise you? No. Why DID it surprise you?! Why were you sitting here crying over YET another man!? You were SO over this!! You weren’t even sure if you were supposed to call the previous one a man…?! You guessed he was a ‘he’ so… man? But… But this was so much worse. Trust you to end up dating some asshole, have an argument in the middle of your relatively small town that pretty much the whole world could hear, and then become the talk of the town literally.  You huffed and folded your arms. MEN--!! It’d been two days, and you hadn’t really noticed it until your friends pointed it out, but now everyone in the town was staring at you. But WHY-!? Okay, yeah, you’d had a huge screaming match with the guy… But, it wasn’t anything to write home about that you’d been yelling. So what had he been TELLING everyone? Well, that’s when the rumours started flying. And by now you were sick of everyone asking you dumb questions that were so clearly made up bullsh*t you didn’t understand how dumb people had to be to even ASK!! You almost screamed again and threw yourself back on your bed. This was just the worst. The worst….! So the last thing you really wanted was a knock at your door. “You have GOT to be f**king kidding me!?” You swivelled your head to look at your bedside clock and squinted. Who would come knocking at your door now?! You thought about ignoring it, but they were persistent and knocked twice more periodically before you sighed in frustration. “Okay-! I’m coming…” You reopened and re-slammed your bedroom door with enough force to make the contents of the shelf next to it rattle. Trudging to your front door, you glanced through the peephole and raised an eyebrow. Wait… what?! That was both impossible AND implausible… UNLESS--!!

You took the chain off the latch and opened it a couple of inches, eyeing him up and down. You were faced with Director Keller. Of course. Although, the real Director Keller had almost nothing to do with you these days, as he was somewhere in the middle-of-nowhere USA retired and with a family of his own. As far as you heard from Nick Fury anyway. And you didn’t often hear from him either. You weren’t a S.H.I.E.L.D agent; but considering your previous relationship you knew a lot about S.H.I.E.L.D and it wouldn’t surprise you that the man who was really in front of you right now would ask Nick and his agents to keep an eye on you. You rolled your eyes. Typical that some dumb blown-out-of-proportion argument with your boyfriend would get back to S.H.I.E.L.D, and somehow be deemed important enough for him to traverse halfway across the galaxy to see you for. You weren’t impressed though. Because you’d had this argument before. With him. You also knew you couldn’t just leave a Skrull standing on your front doorstep. You stepped backwards, allowing him to walk into your apartment. “You really need to STOP with this Keller stuff – It’s kinda weird! He’s like what, twice my age at least!? Is he the only human form you can even take-!? And you shouldn’t even BE here! Guess I’ve got S.H.I.E.L.D. to thank for that too, huh?” Talos didn’t get a word in edgeways. He should have guessed that. His eyes flicked to the picture frames upon your mantle piece and he smirked; “I think he’s a damn sight better than that guy.” “What the HELL would YOU know!?!” You snapped. You were still pissed at him too, so why he was trying to act like this also wasn’t basically his fault you didn’t know. He sighed, “Well okay, maybe this is better then…” You had to admit, you still found the ways that Skrulls transformed fascinating. You tried not to let that show on your face though. Within seconds there was no longer a human male standing in your apartment, but Skrull General Talos in all his purple and black leather, green-skinned, pointy-eared glory.  (And Glory was certainly the word.) You swallowed hard. Aw geez… That involuntary shiver made its way from head to toe as his hypnotizing deep purple eyes ran over your body. Not this again… You could hope it wasn’t noticeable. You knew you weren’t that lucky. “Not really.” He blinked, but managed to remain stoic as you folded your arms. You sighed, “Talos, what are you even doing here!?” “Seems you need a bit of respite…” He indicated to the photographs again “…I asked Nick to keep an eye on you.” “I don’t NEED someone to keep an eye on me.” “Well it appears that you do.” This time your sigh was frustrated, it meant he probably knew too much. And that Nick Fury knew way too much about you. “No I DON’T! I can take care of myself!” “Darling, if you’re running away from the guy crying in the middle of the street, I kinda think you need someone to keep an eye on you.” Was he being serious right now-!? “You came ALL the way back to Earth because of ONE argument?” Talos looked disapproving at the notion “Come on. We both know it’s not just been one argument.” You were taken aback for a moment, and tried to ignore the fact you knew you had the bruises to prove it; “Is that what’s happening here? Is Nick Fury stalking me? Because my relationship is none of his business. And it’s certainly NOT any of yours anymore.” “Stalking is a bit… harsh.” He’d rather you said it was protective. He wanted you to thank him. He had another thing coming. “Try possessive. Remember THAT word!?” He winced, yeah… That had become your favourite word to use during your break up argument. He took a breath “Y/N… I wasn’t here to argue with you… I simply want to know you’re ok.” “Try again.” You took a step backwards with a shake of your head “You didn’t come halfway across the galaxy for that…” “No” He advanced on you, “I came half way across the galaxy because you know we were right, and this guys a complete dick.” You guessed he was right. Annoyingly, on both counts. That didn’t stop you being mad. Unfortunately being mad also didn’t stop your body aching the closer he got to you – and your feet refused to move. You had really hoped to avoid proximity this close because of the way that he made you feel. The tingle over your skin as his gaze swept you again. There was silence as you visibly tried to control yourself – Stop it Y/N…! It’s not going to end well! It never has! – But Talos was so close, and you could touch him if you wanted, you could hear his breathing and every fibre in you wanted him to push you against your wall like he used to do and- You shook your head quickly and looked away from him in an attempt not to think on it, to get those images out of your head. When you’d called time on your relationship it was because you couldn’t take it anymore; he was too possessive… it was all too intense, and he always wanted too much. When it was good it was fine, but when it wasn’t it made you uncomfortable, and more than anything want your freedom back. Freedom you weren’t so sure he wanted to grant you. What were you to him anyway? You were human. Breakable. That was the point… “Well, where the hell did you go! You just left!!” “You said you didn’t want to see me anymore!” “But you’re HERE!” He couldn’t have it both ways, he couldn’t tell you he was staying away from you because you’d told him to, and then tell you he was here because you were dating a jackass and he thought you deserved better. Wait, is that what he was saying!? He thought he was better, did he!? “Well I think I’m a significant step up from someone who physically abuses you. Yes!” You’d had it. He wasn’t supposed to know that. Nick Fury was crossing lines as it was but that was just one step to far. You raised your hand to slap him but you didn’t get very far, his quick reflexes caught your wrist. “Don’t.” “Don’t WHAT.” You hissed “You have NO right to KNOW that!” “Y/N!!! Are you kidding!? Look what he’s doing to you!” “I KNOW WHAT HE’S DOING TO ME! WHY IS WHAT YOU DID ANY DIFFERENT.” Owch-! He visibly flinched at that. “There’s a difference.” Your laugh was bitter, “What, because it was love?! Because that’s what he tells me too.” It wasn’t that Talos was ever physically abusive. Just extremely rough, and grabby. More than once did you have to trail into work with scratches all over your arms having people asking you if you’d got into a fight with a cat. Haha. You also weren’t down for that. Add it to the list of reasons you’d ended it. Talos let you go and sighed, taking a step back, that you found yourself not wanting him to take “…I’m sorry.” You blinked hard for a minute. “Huh!?” “I’m sorry.” His purple eyes seemed to turn shades lighter in his sincerity. This was a little late; much more than a little late, but for some reason you’re were weirdly okay with that. “For leaving. For being too…” He searched for the right word “Physical… Greedy? Possessive?” His eyes flicked back to yours with almost a smile as he used your favourite phrasing again. “…With you.” It made you take a deep breath; “Where were you when I needed you most?” “…I always knew where you were and how you were… If it had gotten any worse you’d have known about it.” His voice was level, calm but soothing – he made your heart ache to match the way your body was still feeling. You shook your head “That isn’t what I meant…” He took a step forward that made you take one back “…What are you asking me?” You wanted to say nothing, you wanted to tell him that you were fine and he could leave, but you couldn’t. “…He’s not…” You bit your lips together “…He’s just an asshole. If he’s physical it isn’t intimate… I just… I need that. I just need that with someone…” You didn’t look at him as the blush crept up your face and down your neck. You didn’t say anyone. You said someone. And Talos knew you didn’t mean someone, you meant him. You missed that, that intensity. He could tell; those shivers that betrayed your body to him only got worse the closer he got and soon enough your back pressed up against the wall. Oh-! He placed his hands either side of your face and you were almost forced to look back to him. He could read it on your face, you’d spent so much time at the end of your previous relationship with him yelling at him for being too possessive, but you WANTED him to be like that now. RIGHT now. Talos growled gently as he bent his arms, resting his elbows against the wall leant his body into yours. He inhaled the familiarity of your scent. And the way you breathed, out through your mouth. OH God… Your mind flashed back; it must have been at least a year…  But suddenly it was just like yesterday. And you craved that physical intimacy so badly, it had to be him, nobody knew you like he did. Not in that way. By now you were biting your lip hard and your whole body moved with each breath you took in anticipation. You needed this… You had desired that physical connection for far too long; and Talos was nothing if not physical. Sh*t! Did he want you to say it out loud? You were looking between his ceaselessly darkening purple eyes. Did it really need to be said?

He watched the way your lips parted absentmindedly, the way your eyes somehow were simultaneously scared and innocent… but sinful. Which is why you offered no resistance as his lips finally hit yours. Pinning your arms down by your sides, you were instantly groaning into the kiss. What struggle you did offer was nothing more than playful. For the hell of it. So he would push you back into the wall; stay still. Not that Talos thought you would do that. He released your lips to a whine, lifting you from the floor; by your waist – as a human this gave him no problems. But that gave your arms freedom to pull him towards you by his jacket as you wound your legs around him. He almost laughed; your kisses were desperate, hungry… dare he say possessive..? And you already knew he just kissed so good…

He was already shrugging himself out of his jacket by the time you had even thought about doing it for yourself… Wriggling yourself free from your shirt where you let it fall carelessly in the hallway; your arms now around his neck continuing to pull him into you – keeping up the pressure between the wall at your back and his body pressed up against yours.You had meant physical intimacy… Reaching between the two of you he undid your belt buckle and began to slide your jeans down your legs. You uncoupled them from around him to also watch your jeans fall to the floor. The lack of his lips on yours allowed you to take breaths; but they were deep, shaky breaths. And your body throbbed with desire for him. Not that you didn’t think you weren’t making it pretty obvious as it was. His grip on you left those claw-like nails of his digging into your skin. But for once you didn’t f**king care! If anyone was going to mark you – let it be him. You gasped, thinking you might get your wish more than once as the rough kisses he was affording your neck became bites. You fluttered your eyes closed with another groan as he pushed up against you; your hips involuntarily ground into his – causing him to growl against your skin and dig his fingers just that little bit harder into your skin. “More… Baby… I need more…” He smirked into your neck; he couldn’t resist it “That’s Greedy.” You couldn’t help your laugh but it didn’t take you out of the moment. Far from it. He hoisted you up again and his eyes locked back with yours. Your heartbeat quickened but you smirked; you knew exactly where this was going…  He kissed you again – and it surprised you that he was so gentle. But you realised that Talos wanted to prove something to you; he was not the man you were seeing. And neither would he be anything that would make you push him away again…

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Your arms were tangled with his as he lazily kissed across your shoulders. There were a multitude of scratch-like marks over your arms and thighs now… but this time they made you smile as you brushed your fingertips affectionately over his arms. “There’s just one problem.” “Don’t say that.” You huffed as he didn’t let you finish; “What happens when you need to leave again?” “What is that supposed to mean…?” “I mean, you’re not always going to be…here.” “But I’ll come back-” There was more to that sentence but he had to pause at the sudden BANG-! at your front door. It caused you to jump in his arms and he instinctively pulled you protectively to him.

“Y/N! WHAT THE F**K IS GOING ON!? OPEN THE GODAMN F**KING DOOR!” Your eyes flicked to your partner and the growl he elicited – that wasn’t good. He made a move to get up but you pushed him back “What are you doing-!?” you hissed and jumped again as there was another BANG-!  Talos’ eyes flicked back to you; you were tense in his arms, you were trying your hardest not to look fearful, but you were. That wasn’t you, he knew that. Whoever this asshole was had done this to you. “Y/N! I KNOW YOU’RE F**KING IN THERE! OPEN THE DOOR!” “Does he not have a key?” Although, Talos didn’t know why he was asking this. You shook your head “I stole it.” He sighed, as if to make his point “And you wonder why I came back?” He touched his forehead to your gently; with that soft purring sound that always made you think of cats. You closed your eyes gently with a smile. He knew it would calm you down, even just a little. “Let me deal with this…” He stood up and took a step back. He studied you for a second; and the next thing you knew you were staring back at yourself. A weird shiver crept up your spine – it was like seeing a ghost or… something that couldn’t possibly have been real. Your brain couldn’t comprehend it even though you knew what it was. “This won’t take very long. Wait up.” “What?” You blinked and rolled in the sheets to watch him leave the room. You listened for Talos to hear him walk to the front door. You bit your lip again but couldn’t suppress the smirk and let out a tiny groan of satisfaction – Oh. That guy was SO screwed! “Hurry back-!” Talos couldn’t help his smirk; he knew exactly why you’d ask that... ---

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Okay so I saw your thing about sub! Yandere taeyong and I was just wondering,,,, what differences are there between Dom Yandere!Sicheng and Sub Yandere!Sicheng... Idk if you could give us a bit of insight to both of those characters would be interesting... Btw i love your work and I've honestly never been hooked on a blog as much as yours... You guys are always posting something,, make sure u have a rest though!! Have a good day 💕💕💕

Dom!Yandere Sicheng: Dom!Yandere Sicheng is much different from Yandere Sicheng. He is far less forgiving when you make a mistake and he’s much more stalker-ish and Possessive of you. Unlike yandere Sicheng who isn’t fond of keeping you tied or chained up, Dom!Yandere Sicheng will enjoy seeing you in bondage in as many situations as he can add bondage into and he’ll enjoy every form of bondage that there is: collars, gags, ropes, chains, cuffs, etc. Dom!Yandere Sicheng is no where near as ‘evil’ as other doms, or even other yanderes in general (perfect examples of this difference would be that he’d still be nowhere near as evil as yandere Taeyong, Hendery or Yuta.) Dom!Yandere Sicheng will want to prove his dominance over you as much as possible so be ready to be wrecked by him on a constant basis. Over-stimulation, toys and going several rounds in a single night are a few ways to prove this. He will also enjoy forcing you to wear a collar with his name engraved in it at all times, unless he chooses to put a different one on you for a specific situation. He won’t allow you to leave the house unless he’s by your side and he won’t hesitate to call one of his friends in to deal with anyone that you interact with if you manage to escape from his side, he’ll make sure that you’re shown pictures of that person’s dead body in order to teach you a lesson if he can’t show you the body directly. If you really piss him off, dom!Yandere Sicheng may force you to watch as your friends, family, or strangers that you talked to while away are tortured by his friends, all while being held by him (a tight grip from one hand holding your head in place by having a tight grasp of your chin while the other is equally tightly wrapped around your body- preventing you from moving much as you’re forced to watch the torture) as he talks to you in a voice that is calm but shows a slight sense of his anger that’ll send chills down your spine as he whispers that this is just the beginning of your punishment. He’ll manipulate you into believing that he’s not as evil as he seems since he isn’t the one to kill your family or friends himself, the only time he hurts anyone himself is when he’s punishing you.

Yandere Sicheng: As we’re all well aware, yandere Sicheng is a very clingy and obsessive boy. He wants your love and he’ll do anything (except let you go) to have it. He treats you kindly and makes sure that you’re taken care of and have everything that you need. He’ll constantly check up on you while you’re locked up in your room to make sure that you’re eating and drinking enough to keep yourself healthy and, when you’re tied or chained up, he’ll feed you himself (which he really loves because it’s sooo intimate to him.) He’ll do his best to limit how often he ties you up or chains you because he wants you to feel like you have some sort of “freedom” while you’re with him and, although he enjoys knowing that you’re completely dependent of him when you’re tied or chained up. He doesn’t like having to punish you so even his most extreme punishments won’t go without an apology amongst the lines of “I’m sorry baby but I have to do this to make you realize that you belong to me. I love you and I don’t want to hurt you but I have to. I’m sorry.” He takes taking care of you to a whole new level when you’re in pain, such as after receiving a punishment. He’ll grab every essential healing cream or soothing ointments that could help relieve you of the pain and help the healing of any potential scars work faster. Every night, he’ll want to climb into bed with you or have you crawl into bed with him (depending on which room you two will be sleeping in) and he’ll hug you close to him, pecking your skin with light kisses, nuzzling his head against yours and between your neck all whilst telling you how much he loves you repeatedly.

Sub!Yandere Sicheng: Sub!Yandere Sicheng is similar to Yandere Sicheng however (obviously) he’s far more submissive to your demands and wishes. He’ll still have a bit of dominance over you but not as much (most particularly in the sense that he’ll still give punishments to you upon rare occasion to show you that he’s still the boss and won’t let you leave him.) he’ll opt to tie you down with silk ribbons rather than normal rope or cuffs when he wants to show you that he still has some control over you. Now, being the submissive that he is, unless he’s punishing you for trying to leave him, he’ll do nearly everything that you tell him to do (aka, unless you’re being punished, you’re the one who’s usually in control.) Basically, the only thing he wouldn’t be open to obeying is letting you tie him down tightly if you’re in the mood to use some bondage on him because he’ll always have an immense fear that you’ll trick him into being tied up then you’ll leave him there, you can still use light bondage but chains and tight cuffs are a definite no-no for him despite his otherwise submissive tendencies. He’ll beg you A LOT for many things, especially to let him touch you in anyway, and he’ll beg you OFTEN to pay attention to him and show him affection (like sub!yandere Taeyong.) Despite no liking chains or cuffs, sub!yandere WinWin will allow you to use collars on him and order him around/treat him like an animal…. ¿pet play?… or baby him (He also wouldn’t mind gags.) He’ll cook for you since he feels like his dom shouldn’t use so much energy on tiring themselves out just to eat, even if he’s not the best cook he’ll still do his best because your happiness is important to him and he’d hate to receive a punishment for not pleasing your tastebuds.

~Savie

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107. Knuckles the Echidna #16

Reunions

Writer: Ken Penders Pencils: Manny Galan Colors: Barry Grossman

So this one's a bit different from the other three-part arcs we've encountered in this comic so far. Instead of one arc spanning three issues, right now we're getting a standalone issue, followed by a two-part arc. Despite this, this issue does tie into the next two quite a bit, setting the stage for future stories and conflicts with lots and lots of talking. I know I've touched on this before but I have to say it again - while I do actually find the plot of this issue very interesting personally, I'm also cognizant of the fact that this was supposed to be a comic aimed at kids and young teens, a demographic that tends to enjoy humor, fast-paced action sequences, and a protagonist filled with 90's cool-guy sass. An issue that spends most of its time talking about family history, politics, and social issues, is not going to be as interesting to that demographic. This is ultimately Kenders' biggest problem, the fact that he's clearly very invested in his characters, family trees, and worldbuilding, but invests himself in it to a degree that it's no longer a kids' comic. I mean, sure, there was never anything wrong with taking the comic in a more serious direction, and in fact I will always argue that the comic benefited greatly from it as the slapstick humor got old quick, but I do think the seriousness should be focused more in areas of, say, dire threats to the heroes' world, characters' changing alliances and such, not the politidrama tone that Kenders shifts more and more into the longer this sister series goes on. Thus, while I am very fascinated by the plots and the talking and everything that Penders brings to the table here, I can also set aside my own preferences and recognize that this is probably not the place for it all.

But enough of that, onto the story! Knuckles has just returned home from his adventures and arrived at his mother's apartment, when Lara-Le herself arrives after attending church alone, because… sure? I dunno, I don't get the feeling that Auroriums have like, organized services, they seem more like a place where someone goes to pray alone quietly. She's delighted to see her son back home safe, and Wynmacher offers her some milk in a wine glass, which is honestly such a mood.

While she asks her son for details on how his trip went, we see an aircraft approach the Floating Island and dock in a hidden hangar. It turns out to be flown by one Grandfather Tobor, one of the many Guardians still alive and kicking. More show up to greet him, and while they prepare for their meeting we go back to Knuckles and Lara-Le's conversation. Understandably, Lara-Le is kind of incredulous at Knuckles' claim about arriving home after creating a golden energy tunnel, but Knuckles was hoping she might actually have some answers. And thus, she launches into the tale of his birth, back when she and Locke were still happily married. Apparently, it usually takes three days between the mother echidna birthing the egg, and the egg actually hatching, but Locke took the egg from her right after birth in the hospital, and a day later, Knuckles had come into the world. At first, everything seemed normal, until Knuckles started spelling out "SEGA STUD" with his baby blocks and generally didn't act like a toddler, being far too intelligent. Locke leapt on this opportunity, of course, and started putting him through rigorous education, even teaching him Einstein's Theory of Relativity despite Einstein not being even slightly relevant to the echidnas' society! Truly remarkable, I must say!

As one might expect, Lara-Le was feeling very put out that she had no real say in the upbringing of her son, so she went to Knuckles' grandmother Jenna-Lu, Locke's mother, to get some advice. Jenna-Lu bafflingly informed her that relationships shouldn't bother with silly notions like "equality" or "fairness," and told her to essentially just let Locke do his thing and passively act as a good example of moral behavior for Knuckles in the background. Lara-Le tried asking her then if she was even happy with how her own life turned out.

Look. This… I said in my own rules that I'm keeping my blog PG-13, which means I'm allowed exactly one F-bomb over the course of reviewing the preboot. I'm trying very hard not to use it up right this second. Lara-Le is a good person who was screwed royally out of a relationship with her own son because of ancient, outdated traditions that she had no say in. This poor woman. You could say that perhaps she should have expected this, because she did choose to marry Locke after all even knowing who he was and what such a thing might entail, but as we'll see, the situation isn't as clear-cut as that. I feel truly, terribly sorry for Knuckles' mother right now.

We take a bit of a break from hearing about Lara-Le's hardships in marriage and motherhood to see what the Brotherhood is up to. There's a lot of names here that we've never heard before that just get dumped on us all at once, so I'll try to summarize everyone really quick. You should already know who Locke and Sabre are. Tobor is the wrinkly, ancient brown guy with the Geordi-La-Forge-esque visor over his eyes. The purple one with crazy anime bangs is Thunderhawk, because of course that has to be his name. The one who's basically just Knuckles with a green vest and some head jewelry is Sojourner, and lastly, the black echidna with red eyes wearing some kind of weird space helmet is Spectre. Three guesses who the edgy one is here.

They start by dumping all their own personal problems onto each other, which ends up giving some very valuable insight into what exactly the surviving members of the Brotherhood do with their time. Apparently, each one just kind of watches over a certain area on the planet, making sure their little domain claims are safe and stable. Now we're getting into really creepy Illuminati territory, where this super secretive society watches over and manipulates events all around the globe from the shadows. Hilariously, Tobor, Thunderhawk and Sojourner all start ranting about how much of a nuisance Sonic and Tails have been as they traveled through each of their territories in turn, but Sabre finally shuts them up. Things have been rougher on them lately, because while Robotnik was a global terrorist and all, at the very least his ever-present threat loomed over everyone to the point that he and his regime were basically the only threats anyone ever had to deal with. Now, with Robotnik gone, a huge power vacuum has opened up, and a bunch of his old sub-bosses are warring over various bits of territory across the planet, ironically causing even more chaos than before. The various Guardians are having trouble dealing with the situation, and decide to call on the council of fire ants who were apparently just listening in from another room and chilling the entire time. Presumably these guys are kind of like a miniature Brotherhood of their own, consisting of the fire ant advisors to all the previous Guardians - Archimedes, his father Semper Fidelis (are you sensing a pretentious pattern here with the fire ants' names?), and grandfather Deo Volente.

Semper Fidelis suggests that the Brotherhood, if they simply carry on as they always have, will only ensure that echidnas become irrelevant in the grand scheme of things - but that if they instead rise up and take control, that they can "lead the echidnas and the other species on this planet into a new golden age." Gee, that doesn't sound shady and supervillainy as hell! This literally is just the Mobius Illuminati, isn't it?

Back in Lara-Le's apartment, Wynmacher has just finished cooking dinner. Knuckles is confused as to what it is, as it appears to be just a fancily-garnished mound of brown crumbly… stuff, and Wynmacher tells him it's "canard á la exquisite," which is just French for "fancy duck." Dunno why he couldn't have just told Knuckles that in the first place, but then again, they may have French-ified it precisely because we have at least one recurring character in this comic that is a duck, and they wanted to avoid any uncomfortable cannibalistic implications. As they sit down to eat, Lara-Le and Wynmacher decide to announce something special!

…well, that backfired. Honestly, I'm not sure why Knuckles is so upset here though. He's just barely getting to know his mom again after like thirteen years away from her, and he already knew, I'm assuming, that she and Locke were no longer together. Furthermore, it was obvious to anyone who looked at Lara-Le and Wynmacher for longer than two seconds that they were in a relationship. I get that remarriage to a new stepparent can be hard on a kid, and that everyone handles these things differently, but seriously, why the freakout, man?

Well, whatever the specific reason, Knuckles is upset, and as he runs out the doors of his mother's apartment building he happens to run past Julie-Su and the rest of the Chaotix (minus Charmy, of course). He ignores them as they call after him, and Vector wants to go after him, but Julie-Su heads him off.

As Julie-Su rushes off to find Knuckles, we head back to the Brotherhood. They decide to set aside Semper Fidelis' advice for the time being to focus on speaking about Knuckles, specifically the unprecedented energy tunnel power that led him home. Thunderhawk and Sojourner want to dismiss it as the Guardian version of hitting puberty, essentially, but Spectre speaks up for the first time to angrily call out Locke for "tampering with the natural order."

Well, that settles it then. It was already implied by Lara-Le that Locke may have done something to Knuckles' egg right before it hatched, but Spectre's basically confirmed it. But what did he do, exactly? We'll have to shelve that for now, as Julie-Su catches up with Knuckles sitting on a dock looking out at the water. He tries to get her to go away, but she ignores him as expected and sits next to him. Then, unexpectedly, she gives him a quick peck on the cheek. He's outraged, rubbing the kiss off his cheek like a child, but she claims she's merely returning the favor from when he tried to cheer her up after she left the Dark Legion.

Young love! Or at least, teenage crushes! Come on, Julie-Su, you know the reason why - hormones! It's no surprise that these two are being set up together - you could see it coming a mile away, back when she was first introduced. The only question now is how Penders handles a slow burn… how graceful do you suppose it'll be? High hopes, anyone? I really shouldn’t be so hard on him, given that I actually quite like this ship, but I just can’t help making fun of the guy sometimes.

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